La Taza
Published in
Dec 7, 2020
Frozen fields of flowers bloomed too soon, I wandered
in a car that didn’t have a radio.
planes of brown and white, a soil bisecting, wasn’t
blessed with views, I watch the clouds race by as if
Where do I go, towards life? Who bears such gifts? A song
worth dying for, a cup contained and never dry
forever flowing outward, do not fear your need
of her, for there is wisdom. There is crafted compassion.
