now,
a siren climbs the highway
below
Today I thought, tomorrow
I remembered
but yesterday I was a dream.
Hidden behind the small hill
the sun breaks
the morning dew, my hand claws
at the dry earth,
a few bees begin work on the wild
flowers before me
I am a breath between the song
of the morning larks
and the distant hush of cars
passing my words.
No comments:
Post a Comment