D.K. SHEPARD

I won’t be fooled by cunning counterfeit

In a market of lovers selling stock,

If it’s not from you, the birds can have it.

We are quite small, are we not?

Specks on a spinning marble

I don’t remember the moment it started

But everything before it seems monochrome

I made the same mistake again

Said some stupid words

Inhale, savor it, a taste that lingers

A melody of joy, and heartache too

Bright strokes from sunset’s paint laden fingers

They say that you’ve truly learned a language

On the day you begin to dream in it.

You drove the two and a half hours,

Booked a hotel room,

Just to sit in a hot gym