By the Decade

The crooked fingers

Pass the window,

Instances of dying

By the decade.

Time has flattened.

I saw her first

Beneath the greens

Now thirty years ago,

The blush of bloom

Within her blossomed cheeks

So round.

We stole away enjoying

Dirty rapping through a shared earbud.

We laughed, 

The rebels.

Soon, I stole a kiss or two,

Her sharply florid scent intoxicating,

Fragrant.

Flower lips delicious

Set my name to pounding verse,

The rhythm overpowering.

The trees are smears

Across monotonous landscapes,

So silent and bent and black.

- 9/15/25