07-02-2016, 05:30 PM
The hammock doesn’t rest
with my weight on its cords
and the wind in my hair.
It’s pulled to the center
like the moon
or a man pacing.
It sways in the sun,
sweating its mistakes
as it repeats them.
with my weight on its cords
and the wind in my hair.
It’s pulled to the center
like the moon
or a man pacing.
It sways in the sun,
sweating its mistakes
as it repeats them.