I see the inner turmoil
\nof a rose,
\nthe sky when no one\u2019s looking,
\nthe hardness of a yellow stone
\nwith a chapter of forever.
\nSparrows
\nwho come at any time,
\nliving in the garden.<\/p>\n
Truth is vast,
\nto the boundary of a starless sea,
\nbut,
\nI\u2019d like to see the road to Asia,
\ntouch the lips of Europe,
\npet the skin of Africa,
\nand be,
\nsomewhere that never existed.<\/p>\n
Send postcards
\nfrom the boat to heaven,
\nbuy trinkets from celestial natives.
\nGo to places I can afford,
\nand broaden the depth
\nof my erstwhile knowledge.
\nBe as traveled as my friends,
\nand when no one\u2019s looking,
\njust move on,
\nfinding additional venues
\nin the islands of my yard.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I see the inner turmoil of a rose, the sky when no one\u2019s looking, the hardness of a yellow stone with a chapter of forever.…<\/p>\n