a 5 year old girl that can’t speak
are you sure you know what talent is
is this child damaged?
who is closed minded?
The Russian Olive tress smell like my mother’s pantry
with all of the spices and herbs mingling together
on a floor covered in oriental rugs of purple sage
climbing a staircase, lizards faster than a blink
beaches make porches to view from
muddy shoes and wet dogs in the yard to dry
She drove and I picked out the music to accompany,
so many trips along this road with so many others
sometimes the story came out just to get it out of my
head, then many times biting my lip to not speak
of that time and that person from the past, finally
looking down into the gorge to leave all of it behind.