Roots

black withered tree surounded by body of water

A sunset palette

Storytellers weave and lament

the same cassette 

of tales I’ve heard

so many times

There’s a mosquito buzz

-a dog breathy- 

dandelion-fuzz

kind of thought in my mind

Can I Keep My Promises To Them?

Will I Give Them What They Need?

Be a corona around their light

A buffer from the harsh fight

Let me cure their blight

Let me hold them there,

inside my aviary

I’ll keep them

underground

press them into the walls

-mouths taped shut-

when the knock falls

-he’s coming-

behind secret doors

in an attic no one knows of

safe and sound and surrounded

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