just think, type, submit. every poem is anonymous.
it rained yesterdayit might rain today. the plantsdon't want any more.
the kids on the wallshoegazing, fiddling withwhat's important:
these are the things we place above our heads untilthe sun shines again.
there where the ghosts dwell, under the stars, beneath thetrees, alive, waiting.
candlelight isn'tever enough to see where to cut the bodies.
listening to raindrops fall down further from wherethey began, upwards.
drops seep from sore eyes,summer pollens rough grazeswarm wash bathes them new