Fine Line

by October 11, 2023 0 comments

We talked for hours about
Flowers and showers.
You said you like red and warm.
I said I like blue and warm.
We agreed to paint ourselves purple and
Now we agree we are very beautiful indeed but
Now we cannot shower ever again.
We are friends when
The other wants us to be.
We are blades of grass peppering a slow river.
We are blades of grass drowning in the deep blue sea.

We are blades of grass on top of the highest hill and
We can see for miles and
We look for our house.

– Dominik Slusarczyk

editors note:

How does yours line up? – mh clay

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