Species Youth

Dare to be the kid again.

Whatever words I write let's call them all a lie. 

That way I can surrender to the charms of truth. 

So gladly will I yield my tongue and my printed words 

to the way word dictionary of a singular voice.

Lay down with me if you will among the flowers, smell the coming air in your nostrils, look above you to the eternalness of the sky and feel your finger pinching the grass beneath you, now twirl it and pull it out. 

There. You are among the youth of your species, 

dangling in the nothingness of a moment.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Ya know Chris I remember doing the grass thing but the awareness of all the other factors escaped me. It was the school grounds where I played ball with my family in paradise.