Some Kind of Onions

Some Kind of Onions

      growing 
in the cool 
   black earth, 
   flavouring 
our dreams. 
   a river 
runs past 
our future 
as we bake 
      in a 
torrid shade

coffee on a
patio, and
   a creek
whispers by
as we count
      all the 
   chickens
who might
   never hatch

   waiting for
our day to come
seems awfully
   stressful
      and she
struggles,
resisting
   as best
   she can,
urges to
      kill 
something

i prepare to
      forgive

8 thoughts on “Some Kind of Onions

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s