Archie Williams High School
Home of the Peregrine Falcons
My pen is an elephant with hooves that leave the prints of words In the soft bamboo piles of Thailand. I watch as the leaves change, autumn to spring and smell the return of dusk. My feet sink deep into the clouds of tomorrow but today I'll hear the sun drown my face. I can taste the music of crashing waves. Janie Jenkins lies along the Hudson River crossing her arms in disbelief; "The autumn leaves don't change, they simply fall." The skin on my hand covers my fingers, engraved in it wrinkles different than any. This, I am chill, but no, not in the snow becuase my hair is braided. And no, "O, that this too too solid flesh would melt," I am already water. Flowing down stream as the salmon swim against it. The abstract lilies of time float backwards to find the past.
I thought I understood it Racing time as the seconds slow down And all the world travels on pebble stones. But I couldn't find it.
I couldn't find it Only the eagerness of it. The shadow of question As I question the shadows.
As I question the shadows The water color spills over my canvas Creating a painting Of something worth loving
Something worth loving When the only truth is, I miss you. Write me a letter And send it some place beautiful.