remembering trees…
i ran out of words to corral the thoughts dancing on the cliff of my tongue
stumbling
drunk
& hopeless
so i went searching for new ones
walking tears into dirt
through trees
& along the river
down to the lake
& around
shivering from cold
& alone
i caught my breath trying to beat the sunset home
so i slowed down
& eased into the darkness
& rain…
there’s a walking stick propping up a crumbling home at the end of the street I live in
& a tree trying to break free from its concrete prison
About the Creator
Fynn
Quit writing to pursue eating. Gambled eating to pursue safety. Won a hand of perpetual unemployment instead. Now I’m mining the sky with the tip of my pen so that I can use the rubble to (re)build us a home… @rustedsky
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 days ago in Petlife
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Absolutely beautiful!!!! Loved each line more than the one before.