Walking
Leaves fly like sparrows.
This tree overshadows that one.
That sun climbs another trunk.
This fence is high,
this fence is not white,
it is the color of oatmeal.
That grazing horse is the color of oatmeal.
This walk is a movement of me.
This me overshadows another me,
a me that walks behind another sun.
Eyes are a fence I look over.
oatmeal eyes that reflect a grazing horse.
That tree has puckered bones and verruca eyes,
this walk walks along its shady spine.
Leaves fly like sparrows.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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