My sister will be married by Friday. Maybe there’s still time to find where my real treasure lies.
August 8, 2016
The way the star nestled onto the crease
Of the mountain’s curve
I found a new song in its phenomenon
Closing my eyes to
The sunset’s repetitive anomalies
I think the empty gold
Just resides in the class ring I almost bought
With a bride’s scattered creditcard.
Theres a froze in this moment of my selfishness
Because theres light
Maybe I can give sunsets with my fingers
Instead of empty gold
And make presents out of my presence
Like a star resting on a hill.