leaves lost
on electric lines
that can be heard
in the summer
with the air condition
and beams of sun
that bake into the darkness
but not tonight
where they land
on quiet
orange and green and ketchup red stems
limp like little feet
of a man hanging
or just a boy
who used to walk
around the neighborhood
but now drives
past the cement
that has filled trees
and the houses of animals
that replaced rabbit holes
with air conditioning
perpetual sun
and pet rabbits
that will try to escape
even if that means
squeezing through a crack
and luckily
losing only a foot
but will always find
another hand
tired from the wheel
that asks
lost little rabbit?
where is your home?
let’s follow the blood back
This is absolutely brilliant
i wouldn’t go so far, but then again, i haven’t left my room all day. thanks.
Well I really do think it’s brilliant you have a true gift with words.