As we piled our promises we learned
an episode turned
a series dropped from a high
a few paces away...
Eyes clothed, crusted, closed
a sick child welcomed me. us. we. all.
serving the city with pants too tight
wind, crank, grind
shut the blind ambition to
the sugar mill
More than a mile
unscathed to the pine forested rim
of
Mother pulled back the soiled cloth
paved smiling, irrigating long-awaited waste.
gazing down a flock of newly bold
yet sparsely furnished brown eyes
She.
She reluctantly flew to the waterfall
HIDDEN
IN
HER
Both wounded now.
our horses straight down
resist a confident kneel
with little sound
In a few hours, a week old, caught up to us.
frightened to answer
She was too, all should be,
with his eyes, with his will,
closed and wasting valuable land.
Wasting Away
with ambition the size of our passengers
we all reluctantly flew to the waterfall.
Jumping, flowing, flailing about,
fall slapped, turned about
in her arms, on our backs
We Call
hidden in her tropical web
founded in her cliff hanging comfort
wrapping up a dive worthwhile.
We succumb to her dismissal
el sol se fue.
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