2012

I wrote this poem this past winter. I came up with some of the lines by playing a surrealists game with my boyfriend called questions and answers. Feel free to give me some of your thoughts about it.

2012

When the earth shakes

Shards of glass turn into Mayan mosaics.

A geyser spouts and turns and burns.

Light breaks through the violent vapors.

A lonely willow weeps in an arid desert.