La casa di Jana
Posted: December 13th, 2021, 5:43 pm
The wind comes up off the ocean
Every evening around this time
The flowers in the yard
Look like Elvis is singing “ all shook up”
The sky shows us an orange worn by monks
Federal prisoners: and fashion fools
That same fire that burns in the family
Interconnected as we are
Yes it is bazzare
The dust is thick
Like sand covering all the cars
Trees near the highway
Look like ghosts
Las Flores hablar
The ocean glistens below
The flowers speak
Horses sheep chickens eggs lots of eggs
The fat is leaving
What is inside there?
Is that the entanglement of the past
Dripping down the hill into the fragments of light
Every evening around this time
The flowers in the yard
Look like Elvis is singing “ all shook up”
The sky shows us an orange worn by monks
Federal prisoners: and fashion fools
That same fire that burns in the family
Interconnected as we are
Yes it is bazzare
The dust is thick
Like sand covering all the cars
Trees near the highway
Look like ghosts
Las Flores hablar
The ocean glistens below
The flowers speak
Horses sheep chickens eggs lots of eggs
The fat is leaving
What is inside there?
Is that the entanglement of the past
Dripping down the hill into the fragments of light