off a hill you begin
to roll
gathering ice, melted snow,
leaves and branches.
you tumble forward
in a giant ball
gaining speed.
it happens so quickly.
one slip
and you're down,
moving fast
below the sun, below
the moon, past
the eyes and hands
of others. there is no
way to stop
where you're headed.
Monday, October 31, 2016
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment