POETRY

And So

We give

Photo by Rabia

A cocoon of blue light keeps our eyes on mirrors reflecting stacked walls with locked doors the wave in words flutter and sit empty an acorn hidden inside damp soil

Bullfrogs croak in the swamp throats bubbling out eyes steady in the evening light lifting time’s passage the way snails inch out a sticky trail society frowns behind the slime packaged well, it’s a feast Our crow’s feet injected with needles polishing down memories inside boxed tissues of opinion on worth then we grew our keys are still clenched in our hands in the way we love people

And so, we give