Mandolyn ...


land and its come-hither look


flecks of wanting, needing
fall around me
it doesn't rain or snow here, the sky
has no revolving door...

i feel the dust of something else
landing in my eyes, my heart
tugging at my ankles when i walk
the wrong way

dragging my smile
because it's supposed to be up
reminding the people around me
there's love

oh there's love-

there's love
in the sound of a car peeling out
on the highway
the wind in a pine tree, a bird
on a branch
it's the canyon that chats with
a ridiculous sun, a mirage on the road
that keeps saying 'come-on'

an airplane at midnight, clouds
casting shadows, a fascinating field
that shifts my attention, picks at
my skin, till i itch and give up
and choose numbness again-

Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2014
Edited: Monday, July 14, 2014

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  • Mark Heathcote (7/14/2014 9:32:00 PM)

    I’m finding it difficult not to like you. You have a unique style I like it a lot. (Report) Reply

    Mandolyn ... (7/14/2014 9:33:00 PM)

    thanks mark! you're too kind. if you want to not like me, i can help you out with that. read my poem called i went to costco to buy you a coffin: D - joke poem of course

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