hurts that rhyme

​i live in a land of interrupted afternoons where plans for jobs and dreams fall through  i say ‘just hear…

something forgotten 

​something about the silence is enough to slow my heartbeat and speed up my breathing who knew soft socked footsteps…

just a crushed fern

grow confused about what aren’t huckleberries your feet will leak, moss. not as green in pictures someone who looks like…