I step through to
the other side, and
find a beautiful scene
of cotton stems,
of baby's breathes
and white tulips as
a gentle breeze glides
through the aspen trees.
If I'm going to be crying here,
can I get an estimate for how much?
YOU ARE READING
CLOUDS FOR MY EYES
PoetryThis prose-poetry chapbook explores themes of clouded judgments, devotion and deconstruction, and cotton fields where a belief in purpose and a belief in freedom no longer align. New poems released every Thursday at 9PM MST/11PM EST.
