i lean forward and drop a penny into the rain-soaked waterlogged blue surrounding me, and watch as the sky's surface shatters and ripples
a drop splashing down hits my tongue
and as i taste the flavor that only hometown clouds can achieve, i fall headfirst in
soaked in snow, i emerge into a powder cloud on the mountain, helmet on tight but the air still cold on my chin
fabric holds the damp close to my chin, my nose and mouth shiny from their breath trapped in front of me
the sky here is white-gray with the shadows of so many snowflakes, falling endlessly in
the highway looms long in front of us, and a line of trees rings warning like church bells, harbingers in single file.
street lights scatter instead of lining the runway, making me take my time to take off
the black of the night surrounds me, eating me up, swallowing me closer to where i left myself, let myself fall in love and fall away from my reach
i won't stop till i get where i am
i'll see you again someday
YOU ARE READING
ad astra per aspera
Poetrymelting planets drip onto my tongue, dying it bronze and blue. for weeks, my words come out poetry-flavored. so I lick the page and see which way the ink bleeds, into the paper or into my mind.
