Desire Obtain Preparedness
EVEN swaying mountains are smoother hungry clouds
And your ticklish roseate lips like match-lit dewdrops
are not a memory but realized onward and carried
within an old man’s satchel; depressed lines as thick
as unfeeling skin; a path to have traveled until the ending
unlike the empty nest that’s screaming.
:: 06-28-2017 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2017
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