homeland

where I’m from, angels
appear in the hills
with no words in their mouths
and songs in their black eyes
that see beyond it all

in Nevada the water has wings
and the salt is mingled with medicine
that floats me in silver
and gives me rest
by a lake of lost words

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 )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google 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