Coming Near You

Like a walking fern, you were. 
I was talking to you. Why 
would you nose down to touch 
my landscape and fall into my arms? 

To protect you, I was 
making a massive wall- encouraging 
the revivalism. Predator 
drones were intending to follow you. 

The dirt- it will not 
stain your innocence. Don't 
stand on the ledge. Faceless 
winds can topple you at night. 

We are beasts, with no space 
in between. Like sardines you 
are packed without names. The 
sea has dried up. How far 
was the sun?


  • Laura always!

  • psychofemale

    The last stanza was my favorite. There was something visual and real there :) bravo

  • Johnny Lawless

    Spinning and never landing. I believe that you have forgotten our fellow creatures. Nature? Our nature only? Some diversity is needed.

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