WIP

I wish I could be in that perfect place
where poetry
and my words
and other's words
were the only things to ponder.

Lines and twine
units, perfect fits,
gird with words,
spicey devices,
timing and rhyming

The sun shines just enough to glow
but never burns,
primarily provides
light and joy
but the wind can still dominate.

Fall leaves and trees
green, green grass, biology class,
disavowed rain clouds,
blue canopy above, flapping wings of a dove,
angels in dirt, feeling childish: revert!

The day I get put in the ground,
maybe no one will know,
but I'll have done
what I've always wanted--
been happy completely alone.