Cities Breathe in Abandonment by Kass Aguilera

Wet woods suppressed mind,

bodies of moss talk towards the fog.

Breathe in responsibilities clasped

rooftops overthrown by land.

Numbers walled in by numbers.

Matter speaks silent.

Vines trail over my fingertip bridges.

Such a liar, so afraid,

not fond of regrets aren’t I?

My years drift afloat.

Marigolds outshined by damp willows.

I spoke the words I cried and viewed

tangy colors waving their fingers to crowds.

Where did they go? I ask the minutes,

left behind thick air to our shadows,

never front, focused on the past.

Inverted minds don’t shatter the depths of memory.

I ask for one last direction,

who shall lead my heart of desires to horizons,

not footsteps.