Jenna (rain_falling) wrote,
Jenna
rain_falling

For Nora, a story poem. Part 1.

It starts with colors
(once upon a time)
and wisps of rain and dancing light
(lamby) lend me
dreamweaver
write music in the rain
wet paving stones
saturated with themselves
and then
the hole in the fence-
(they talked with poems then
riding bikes down a hill never
breaking
'traded bike pedals for gas pedal and
break
predal too and spider webs make the perfect trade for
string,)
then the columns
hidden there and it rises to the surface
it was always there
waiting to be seen
the cats. White and black
the dryad
with her perfect back.
the shifting lace
the face
dancing hindu goddess
waving through the leaves
"I am
bursting
through my own seems with rays of sunshine spilling forth"
spanish women talking
our mouths are full of sticks,
the robbers killed her father
rise, esperanza.
children leave themselves a trail of stones
to find in the morning.
two roads diverge in a yellow wood
and toward the sleeping gods
the ever dawn
the grimm tale
the dates wating to
be
closed.
Climbing upward towards the younger gods.
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