Susan Smith Nash
I think of only things
when they tell me “no” –
My mind flies in circles
I must be alone,
or so I think.
You attract me,
You surprise me –
I must be alone,
Is that what you think?
Ponderosa pine cones
& needles crackling underfoot
release the scent of sap
and freedom –
It snows
Limbs break
So it goes
Hearts ache
Around the hot springs
the grass is always green
as in the middle of my dreams.