sometimes i am
the lithe golden stalk —
leaning
and
dancing
against a backdrop of
powder blue everything.
sometimes i am
a hardened amber kernel —
buried
under a mountain of others,
rotting
from the inside out.
sometimes i am
the lithe golden stalk —
leaning
and
dancing
against a backdrop of
powder blue everything.
sometimes i am
a hardened amber kernel —
buried
under a mountain of others,
rotting
from the inside out.
