when I watch you wrapped up like garbage sitting, surrounded by the smell of too old potato peels or
when I watch you in your old man’s shoes with the little toe cut out
Poetry
Rainwater
She dances with the sun at the dawn of each day To take care of the world I kicked a tree once and she made me apologize. Trees have feelings, too. That’s the day I saw nature bleed A day I will never forget. Save the rain in buckets at a time The rain is… Continue reading Rainwater
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when I watch you wrapped up like garbage sitting, surrounded by the smell of too old potato peels or when I watch you in your old man’s shoes with the little toe cut out sitting, waiting for your mind like next week’s grocery i say when I watch you you wet brown bag of a… Continue reading Untitled
They Saw the Sun First
They who saw the sun first
have seen a hundred
years’ suns, a million moons.
They know what it’s like
to watch the sun they know
rise above a world they don’t
—a foreign Earth not at all
like the one whose soil
they soaked with tears sprung
from a generations’ worth
of cries.