The Valley Won't Miss me

The pines carom against and around the easy feeling of pouring rain

Filmy grey and browbeaten relations sail like the hard wind forgotten in the valley’s dry lakes

And the heat of the sun runs through heavy conversations of a past not so easily forgotten

But I brought the gift, of love and took the allowances given

Spent it on the broken damns that pour in equivalence

Well, The Valley won’t miss me, she is too busy with the sun

Ill make sure to bring her back something, that lets her know I care

The valley won’t frisk me when I return; she’s already taken everything I have. 

Reviews

[Christina]

Amazing! wonderful choice of words. xx