Wednesday, January 13, 2010

I think I'm a flower

This house is so dry
Sometimes I swear I can feel my throat chafing
My ashy tonsils wish they could sing again
But the air is free of moisture
Water doesn't quench the thirst of this winter

My dreams are so big
Sometimes I swear I can feel my fingers buzzing; feet itching to go where I feel needed
But the days are like one sewn together Monday
Time doesn't bring a new morning

I wish I could start running
And not get tired
I like watching other things living
But the need to watch is deeper than the need to run
I don't want to stand here long enough to
Join the grass

I think I'm a flower

Tempted by light rain and
Little Sun
To open early
And stay where my roots have been

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