Tuesday, February 14, 2023

unfinished

 someday i will be a thing before 

a thing before the prairie grass 

before this fragile heart & skin took hold 

a thing before the feel of, the smell of spring waking 

someday i will be a thing before the years turn you tall & wise 

and i will be fire & light 


       striving to make a mark upon trees & spirit 

before the ribbon of night becomes brilliant 

someday I will be a thing before