Contra
HENRY GEORGE GREEN
breathe in the smoke, they won’t know.
it’s the cares we lose that teach us when to leave
and where to go, space to roam
where the air is clean, the breeze easy to hold
encase it all in case it falls
it falls.
I CAN;T SEE where the water ends
but I can see how it turns and bends.
I can’t see where the water ends
but now I see the ways the waves push against.
breathe in the smoke, they won’t know.
it’s the cares we lose that teach us when to leave
and where to go
there’s space to roam, so roam.