Audrey Ashira

by any other name

In freewrite, poetry on October 21, 2010 at 10:35 am

Well, our hearts speak what our minds don’t even know yet
The words fall out of our mouths into our hands
We let them go and they lie scattered cross the cables
And then we play them like a mariachi band

Oh
And so it goes
Oh
A rose is a rose
Until it grows
dies
and becomes part of the earth from which it came

Time falls as swiftly as an anvil
We take one breath and our deaths follow our births
Your fingers play upon my arm like a musician
And my heart floats juxtaposition to the earth

Oh
And so it goes
Oh
A rose is a rose
Until it grows
dies
and becomes part of the earth from which it came

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