01 July 2009

Nature Boy


Noonday sweat drips down pant leg, weaves through leg hair
And ricochets off the back of soil soaked boot strap, belly flopping on prairie and passion...
Clinched and calloused palms cradle a wooden plow with rhythm and rouge, raw fingerprints.
Well water sweetness dangles from the corners of mouth perched and parched.
Borrowed time and blistered heels,
Deep breaths and twenty dirty nail beds.
He is the apple of sunshine’s fury and the melody in her ogle.
Sweet corn
Green and golden billows...
The wind causes clouds to explode into whales and spaceships,
Puppies and Thor, dragons, elephants, and the face of God...
He inhales crystal air and the sweet clarity found in silence and surrender.
Sun tea satisfaction and
Watching a grasshopper munch warm dew crusted blades tickle his hillside fancy.
Folded hands and a comfortable distance from confusion and bustle...
Honey baked Sunday afternoons and an unbridled horse trotting to wind songs
Lull him to sleep as the sun stumbles underneath the horizon.





inspired by our wonderful trip to NYC.

1 comments:

sharrifs said...

what makes diamonds so valuable is not their shine, but their rarity..the measure of our impact on the world can be seen in how unique we choose to be...you're poems a rare gems Christina..their value will resonate through whatever you will them to be...I'm glad to know those parts of your mind...thanks for sharing the rare...

 
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