Under The Cover
Heart Swirled in
ink and shaped alongthe lines,
under a cover aglow and a title yet defined.
Reach up its corner and turn the street into a busy road of signs
where you must glide against the pages to uncover the mind.
Here you see where the eyes have weeped and the teeth have smiled,
where the heart left its pieces
And the mind grew as a child.
Here the words work their lungs to show you what I won’t hide,
the pieces shaped by time.
They lean against the grains and come out from the side
to say what they’ve been
told.
I’ve built them to be your guide to
rest beneath my pages so perhaps they’ll
leave an impression on your mind.