Marked
A Poem
Aug 3, 2020 · 1 min read
Taken on a hunt for a syllable
a goddamn mystery
and then swept along inside
the summer track of the rain
tasting all the edges
Finding nights and women
and men again
finding people after all this
fucking hiding
Staring through kaleidoscopes
like we used to
mixing up the colors
forming a sidewalk that climbs the house
a bird became the chimney
Your smoke inhaled
mine refusing to leave even when drunk
I don’t know the way scenarios play out
like I used to
J.D. Harms 2020
