03/07/2013

 

I look out my window and think about 

the winter in front of me.

The grass is both

wet and dry

at the same time

and I cant help but wonder

how it passes the time.

 

There is a white tail doe in the 

open field.

she cant stop from nervously 

looking over her shoulder

long enough 

to chew the

little that is

left.

 

upon seeing this

her days and nights

become akin to mine

and In the space between us 

we are together

and somehow we’ve 

touched.

 

Now,

we both understand

that death is

not the

tragedy.

 

Summer teaches us

work and play

Winter teaches us

conserve and pray.

 

The wind picks up

and she walks away cold

leaving me here with

my teeth in the words.

Wondering,

if I am the only one

who lives

this way.