4am or one hour before the beginning of the end of time and i feel a sad dream falling slowly through dimly lit trees like petals of white papers with black words touching innocent sheets on the line in the shadows between truth and deception, good and bad melting into an aged rain that bathes the grass at dawn with the spit of shallow weeds and medicated repetition as the so[u]l[e]s of my shoes become the legs of my jeans and the day/i surface[s] gasping for air and light
5am another inch of time creeps out of fragments of broken monuments to step forward into fragile enlightenment trembling under fresh green skies orange horizons fall eternally backward into silver ribbons of sun awake
6am sweep the patio clean, lie to the earth, swallow the spaces stop chasing citrus thoughts with bittersweet aftertastes and just gather up all the blue lemons, add happiness, stir, and make some lemonade.
JANEisnotplain is a Chicago based word artist. Her work can be found in literary magazines such as Sein Un Verden, CRIT Journal, Shades, the Toucan, Pike Mag, and many others.
Select poems available for sale. Please contact JANEisnotplain for pricing and framing.
