Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Mountain Fresh

From an aqua plastic bottle
with a picture of an ice laden mountain
spewing diamond water and vibrant meadows
that doesn’t smell like any mountain
that I’ve been on.

For the urban folk who don’t know any better
buried under multicolored mountains
of worn fabric, sipping a creamy coffee,
enjoying a Heidi fantasy
while mechanical birds hum from the dryer
and mechanical water churns from the washer.

Jade liquid offers
a moment of escape,
unspoiled daydreams,
a cloudless sky folded
in between clothes
and that feeling
there is always something
to be washed,
of undoness.

Hey all, it has been awhile since I posted a poem. Enjoy

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