All the loose leaves spread their roots
into the same vein of hope
mirroring the freckles of your skin
Crumbs of what was left for now
Just sit
and sit
and sit
Well these eyes will have to drown for their own good
Embalming weakness until it's name is called
Saturating in the corners of a prickly shame
Faces burrowed in chlorine arms
Waiting for its turn to come
Burried above a sleepy chaos
You will upturn my lips with a step and a click
Who could have thought there was joy in death?
Matches breathe life into your death
And we'll smash an alarm clock in a parking lot
So become an oak and liberate your children
Swimming through the breeze
I will breathe into you and you will breathe into me
And know one day we will be cut down
But that will just have to be ok
Audrey Stephenson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smashing-an-alarm-clock-in-a-parking-lot/
