Photo by Phoebe Wilcox
Color Bleeding
Who could deliver
on such a promise
made at a different
time and place
green things
sprouting everywhere
leaves and stems
wiggling up through
a crack in rock
in many rocks
so many plants
color bleeding into color.
You left me behind
mind rot has infected you
in that godforsaken place
where nothing grows.
The pictures you send
send me to my bed shivering.
You say it calls to you
that dark landscape--
urging you
whispering:
Make this place home.
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