Monday, July 29, 2024

twenty years

or so 

- give or take a few - 

that is 

all that is left in this poet's heart. 

i think often 

and have learned to stop my thought 

- well i love him -

and that is that. 

then go about my day and buy 

bread: it works most days - still i wonder when 

the very thought will stop and if it ever will 

 so many thoughts 

i lean towards nature: her

greatest strength is to just stop 

some think is the power of wind and fire: others 

growth and sky but it’s really the power to just 

stop 

and let the living 

- live -