Choices
The volcano was erupting red fire.
Outside, next door, my friend was using a good,
old watering can on his garden,
training for a gardening competition.
The volcano was erupting red fire.
Outside, next door, my friend was using a good,
old watering can on his garden,
training for a gardening competition.
Today, I was that flyer. They threw me
Into the air. They were supposed to
Catch me in a cradle, but it was the track
That caught me instead—hard, ice cold
As it met my shoulder and my cheek.
Hidden under pink sheets, a silver blade
pools into my hand, and I watch you
pour grain into a sieve slowly, your braid
falls, and I have never thought something so true
A big bush called to a tree man: Hey tree, what are you doing up there? Are you just doing a dance move?
in china, a farmer sows
a mountain filled with ambitious wishes of
jade rings and lush, velvet beds sailing
blessings to new york.
It is an easier way to express myself. And there aren’t many rules, which means I’m free to say what I want without worrying about mistakes!