Lost in valleys of the smoking hills
a highway runs with no beginning and no end
winding down to a mouth of fire
and never reaching it
Only to watch the world devoured at a distance
the infinite road grown ever shorter
as it, too, falls to the flame
At the dusk to slip under a new veil
nothing but an empty sense of longing left behind
and a hillside with its eyes fixed on the rising moon
It’s getting to be that time of year again where I start drinking an almost problematic amount of tea every day.
One response to “Watch What Happens Now”
Glad I’m not the only one whose tea consumption increased in the Fall, which is odd since it’s still 90 here. The poem is fitting for the time of year, too. Double meanings here. Nice!
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