Wetzlar @ Franzis 11/22/17 #poetry


Are you waiting to talk?
Are you waiting to listen?
What are you waiting for?

What’s inside your bottle?
Is it milk? Is it juice?
How much butter do you need
For your bread?

Like sheets on the bed
The windmills pull back the clouds
And reveal the sunshine

What does the new day
Bring for you.
Will you clean the floor.
Will you fix the fence.
Will you count the money.

We paint our ears with mud from the Farm
We practice the art of rolling down a hill together
When we raise our glasses
We look each other in the eye.
We hold each other this way.
We hold each other With our eyes.
And we listen with no concern
For when we speak again.

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