Poems from Shannon Marks
I find genuine peace
In living in the grasses
Far from the city noise
Where I can be free.
"Tell me something"
They ask as if an answer...
Cracking bricks upon auburn bricks
Delicately placed by pious hearts
Fearing the rising sun of each day
Closer to the arrival of their...
Armies of drips falling from my cheeks.
Too old to live, too young to die.
I loved you, my heat still sings.
Good god the pain does...