if all else fails, look to nature
on the hood of dad's car
lush green grass
trees reaching out, some bearing flowers
muddy roads, deeper potholes
sun shining, rays fall on the forest
like they do in old western, cowboy movies
landslide by fleetwood mac
my heart's not in it, sung by Matt
rashes on my skin from being in this plane
but I have to be taken to Delhi
despite my desires to be the air, the earth, the dragonflies,
the blue sky at 6 am, the clouds that come at noon,
the autumn sunsets I haven't seen,
the wood that makes my staircase,
my mother's ring,
and the sound of children playing, laughing,
to be the waves that carry them to their parents ears.
I ask my dad,
butterflies break out of their cocoons in this season;
dragonflies are attracted to the leftover puddles.
I ask the sky,
they tell me the earth has released them all
as an embrace, as an "I love you",
before saying their goodbyes.
~ ៷
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