I had a dream of her usual
Sprawl and morning drawl, the misshapen blankets
of dry and wet grass gently pushed by her slow breath
the sensitive branches
of new maple trees; sprouting their leaves
light drizzle, the sun peering through peepholes
in the azure skies, it is where
new birth is found, revival of spirit
I awoke some hours before
with you in mind
*
The scenery without industry,--
well, depends on where you look--
set way in the future (three hours,
you and I both know my wrists
wear loosened watches these days)
I know how we told each other
we'd escape Ohio and her rolling hills
from the village we sprouted from
perhaps the grounds there are no longer
made of iron and hearts there are mended
YOU ARE READING
oh the hue-manity
Poetrynow that katie isnt on wattpad, who will do my covers now? edit: after some long talks on the phone and i may of sold my soul to Katie (again) she agreed to make me a cover
