Ana

A Poem On Impermanence

Photo by Artiom Vallat on Unsplash

you came out of the trees, flowers, fields, moonlight
carrying apricots and wild mushrooms,
you went scavenging in the trash and found a full bottle
of some South African liquor and a bed for us to sleep in
you took your watch, ring, butterflies and hair pins off before
you fell asleep somewhere inside that mess of galaxy black hair
the blankets came up to your chin like the tide,
the moon was full and
you were…