How Soon Is Now (A Different Take)

I went into town, built a mountain of stones,

Each one inscribed with a poem.

The steep hill-climb hurt my toes, and

When I got to the top, your poem was buried

Hundreds of feet down. I dove into the

Rock-sea, freestyling through granite,

Obsidian, and quartz. In the stone-cold Darkness, I drank in your scent, read your

Words, and thought about chocolate,

Cachaça, and coconut maracuja all in the

Blink of an eye.

Title Credit: The Smiths

- May 24, 2019