Only lines
Thrive in me
Once like flowers
Then like grass
Swayed by the wind
Then like a wind
Swaying the grass
Like a scythe
Memories or faces
Closed in some third time
Where the steps ripen
And the foot rises
Deprived of the need
For change
And the change
Has already occurred
You read
These lines
And don’t know
Whether you’re drunk
In some forsaken
Corner of your mind
Once you’re a flower
Then grass
Swayed by the wind
And a wind
That sways the grass
Drifting
You enter laughter
It’s me in you
I thrive
And ripen
The Dead Poet and the Young Lady
AuthorJordan Danilovski