The 365 Project Pt. II

do flowers dream
of becoming trees
sick of their hollow stems
full of milk for flowers
and food for bees

what ocean doesn’t
dream of falling into the
himalayas or rolling down
the faces of lovers
before returning

we are ashes
once and again
from the ground
and back again

one day the sky
will take it’s leave and
like the moon the earth
sad cold silver dust
endlessly spinning

we are ashes
once and again
from the ground
and back again

epw 3.8.08 perrysburg, oh