Poems from lopezc1
Aspens will become naked
White tree spines bare
The sun will hide behind mountains
Stars and moons will reign
The time is coming
Bears will...
Some may call me a stalker, but I prefer the term observer.
Because first you make the observation then the hypothesis
You aren’t dead yet...
When you look at me
You don’t see the reflection I see
These rugged hands no one holds
No one bold enough to make a move
To love like you...
There is something about the game that makes you want to never quit
And when the ball breaches at the net in the back of your mind you are...
I have only seen my father cry twice
But the first time I saw him spill crocodile tears
Into the Nile river of grief was four years ago....