poems · roots

haiku (esque)

 

ruins-mexico

there is a large hill

in the center of a wide open plain.

a round, soft, open crest lay bare, exposed

beaming in all directions.

37 chairs

form a large half circle pointing in the direction of our village.

37 chairs

beaming in all directions.

ornate, delicious wooden crest, exposed

adorned in golds, reds, purples, oranges.

everything shimmers.

 

~~~~~

this was a dream i had the other night. it was so vivid and resonant i had to do something with it.

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