Balconied Trees
WHEN awakened by a sudden thing as Life
what to do?
i took my mouth in hand and walked down
the mountain to a river. My curious tale
behind me it was the bleat of a sound within
my throat that ragweed spoke.
Never a mystery as the ones i've met
have potted the balconied trees upon the
rows of my thoughts.
There! A sparrow that has fallen from
my dreams into the progress of strawberry-
wax lullabies i had once forgotten.
:: 12.21.2021 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2021
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