04-06-2023, 03:09 AM
I trace the melody through doorbells
rung in old homes by the estranged, through toys,
games, and the weather forecast that would wake me up
before walking in the morning fog, sometimes
picking dandelions or common daisies
for the crossing guard or mom. I want to find
the bright mouth which breathes swarming life and leave
the shadow puppets dancing on the roughly plastered wall
because tomorrow soon becomes a passed-down story
with its warm rainbow of light.
rung in old homes by the estranged, through toys,
games, and the weather forecast that would wake me up
before walking in the morning fog, sometimes
picking dandelions or common daisies
for the crossing guard or mom. I want to find
the bright mouth which breathes swarming life and leave
the shadow puppets dancing on the roughly plastered wall
because tomorrow soon becomes a passed-down story
with its warm rainbow of light.