locust….

 

winged lies
devour
youth’s memories
leaving
an adult
with
nothing more
than a field of vanity
barren of emotions
and
no seeds of joy

my aunt bea…

aunt bea
sometimes gets
confused
so when
i stopped by
to see if she’d planted
the seeds we brought home
i wasn’t surprised
that they were sitting
on a table in the kitchen
but i asked
aunt bea
don’t you know
that those seeds need
to be taken care of
you just can’t bring them home
and let them sit around
without doing something
more for them
she said
i know
so
why haven’t you
well
she said
i’m treating them
like
soldiers