Dying driftwwod & garden (part I)

chadwick

Dying driftwood & garden (part I)

Like the backyard
I want to die here
to decay here
in driftwood gray

I’ll die
die like wood
like trees do

Snails,
please take me home when it’s damp

When raining
I’ll invite worms under my skin
but now bark
maybe a termite or two

And grass
grass will be so beautiful to me
but nothing like her smile though

When she’s back here in the garden
I weep
I weep for seed, new cherry blossoms, and light above her hair
but I cannot

She is what I want her to be
to need to be

All flowers
start and end around me
surrounding me
all for her

All I know is
that I can never tell the difference
between light or her hair
both radiate in wind-gale

And I
I cannot

I cannot
but degrading leaves
I can

I can root with mushrooms
and mossy rocks flowing water
and under me
the earth’s chewing

weed

pandora

I think that is pretty

Ms. Wes C.addle

Very nice Chad! Very nice. I can always visualize well with your writing,

mysticweed

holy moly, cw
can't wait for part II
awesome