Springtime

POETRY

by Justin Demmitt

it’s blue across the way, raining here.

a rainbow is taking down my name.

there was a river breeze,

something about being sidelined,

but i couldn’t really remember.

they all say you’re trespassing

all your see through tresses

your veins next to the astral.

i can feel the adoration

slipping away from me

as the years go on

I hold it and I drop it

i’ve been unthreaded

inside out

there are many pieces of my heart

that float around this city

like pollen in the air left behind by the bees

after their afternoon naps in tulips

don’t you think I was meant to love you?