The hammer beats in the same place
\nForgetting, forgetting, over and over again.<\/p>\n
Phone calls ignored, smiles abound
\nLeaves squeeze between as on a river.<\/p>\n
Smells of fresh buds, broken torn roots
\nFresh grass, unminted.<\/p>\n
But the phone flashes lighting up the ground
\nIt rumbles on top of the pebbles<\/p>\n
Don’t you hear the muted voice
\nTrying to burst into color from the soil?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The hammer beats in the same place Forgetting, forgetting, over and over again. Phone calls ignored, smiles abound Leaves squeeze between as on a river. Smells of fresh buds, broken torn roots Fresh grass, unminted. But the phone flashes lighting … Continue reading