Man and Boy
I saw the boy
Disguised as a man
I saw his sweetness
And his rawness
But the mask of the man
Kept getting more ornate
Damage is outdone,now can’t be undone.
The grass between his feet felt soft and almost bouncy in their newness. He allowed himself to roam a bit aimlessly today…
I am coarse
when a poet’ heart is autumnsomewhere far away a winter begins that never finds…