Poems from Henson
I'm crossing lines between
The kelly green of the forest trees
The path I seek is just a couple feet
In front of the creek
Spring weather...
His eyes were as brown as the gritty mud
I landed , face first
Smeared across my skin
It was him
His eyes
They took me by surprise
Deeper...
Listen,
Listen to what I say
Listen to how I feel
If you listen close enough
You shall find what is fabricated
But hopefull you will find...
Imagine yourself all dressed up
Now imagine yourself all dressed up with someone you love by your side
What changes that image
Do you look...