Departures

[jonvandalen]

Today
    my skin
    accepts
    the pollen love these lines
      alone amongst
       smells of returning
         home  stickily humid
         spunk of grass for me this is a bit out of place
         greedy and green and damp and furled as I read this line I wonder what’s greedy?
         everything
     I've been given I wasn’t able to connect this line to what’s above furled-everything



 On the other side
of the planet
those frail leaf-lace things
everything
    I've given you here again I have trouble connecting flow of things-everything
the transformed browns and violets
so out of place
in airport terminals
with ceilings like palaces
somehow emptier
than sky this is so nice and communicates lonely melancholy

Overall this feels close to home somehow, but a little bit of a different structure or visual arrangement with longer lines would help me for reading. The notes above highlight some specifics.