Twenty Minutes to EvacuationMore Like This
20 minutes to evacuation
I wanted you to be the first to know
that Disneyland is nearly closed.
and my fortuneteller said I have,
only a sunset to live
The squealing little pigs feet beat a Carribean tattoo and
one is left .
idling behide a goldenrod sunflower.
It was the kind of weather you'd expect to find.
The lioness sun, clear and bright hues of sorbet.
Mothy, dusty languages crept at the corners of my mind,
whispering and snatching at mine thoughts.
My mother blinked.
The mosquito flew away, full of hot blood.
December 5th, the oatmeal sputtered on the stove.
a symbol I wanted of warmth and home
Tonight you jest, tonight, the geese would return.
The watercolor Skies, heavy and dead, feeling near to falling.
But for one little flamingo colored pig,
Standing atop a hill.
She watched from the brick bridge,
As a lost little metaphor came home.
The quiet speaking grew louder.
Why does lighting come?
Storks and crows?
if all they can do is fly?