Project
by ARHuelsenbeck

a poem is like a monument
andie wrote this poem and
she will write many more
(she’s compulsive that way)
Ach, du liebe!

she smells the prickle of thorns
and hears the redness of hard roses
sees the saltiness of far-off seas
and feels the music of the waves
tasting the loneliness of
one with her sense-abilities

she longs to create
something that will resonate
something that will outlast her
something transcendent
something. . .

she walks along the Arizona shore
crafting her legacy
trying on phrases
licking the loud roses
and walking on the waving seas