amador, ryan
for a long time
i
sat by the river
listening
sun so hot
golden
flowers
started
browning
i picked one up and
rubbed it on my cheek
sayin'
they are like you
they are like me
stopped
broke
and splayed
on a far too hot day
and it won't rain for months
it won't rain for months
ooh
now i'm in bed
at home by myself
weeping
this place so carefully
as i had expected
full of grief
like a looking glass
i see my whole country