twoblueviolets

They all say they'd visit dinosaurs 

go back and dig for gold 

meet their great-great-great grandparents 

be around when electricity was discovered. 

When the question is asked 

A green tea bag is baking cold out on my porch 

A piece of gray rock from the quarry wanted to be torched 

Whipped cream pecks your cheeks with specks and flecks of blue 

Heat

Coming down from above

The sun stands still

A yellow trail blaze in the sky

Leading me forward

Into its light

Its rays land, dead grass, yellowing brown leaves 

Dark hair on a head

The anxiety

Slowly overpowering

Me myself and I

To live is to die and to die is to breathe.

To live is to flourish 

To live is to blossom.

To live is to be idle

To live is to go rotten.

I was running down the street when it started to rain 

So I took out my hearing aids. 

The world quieted around me. 

I kept on 

running,  

each foot fall