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ONE HOT DAY IN MAY
The red haired girl and me WHY YOU LEFT When you're alone in the world
by Joseph Ogden.
Digging
Digging
Turning the earth of her Eden
Green and I are not the best of friends
Lost
Loosing her in the future carrot patch
She shows me the way, showing me all that she knows
My mood is so grave, I cannot see the sun...
'shush'
Strong hands, girl pulls up roots, strong fingers; girl pushes deep into earth
Gentle palms moist with sweat, gentle fingers sifting out the seeds
Damp now, fall four times their height, dropped in the cool darkness
Covered, safe
Water as if it were the rain itself
Finger nails dark brown, dirt on her face
'They will find the sun.'
Strong hands, girl reaches up, strong fingers, girl pushes deep into my back
Gentle palms moist with sweat, gentle fingers sifting through the roots of my hair
I drop into the cool darkness of her eyes
Covered, safe
Like a seed, now buried, I push up through the dark
Reaching for the light in her eyes
For as long as I remember, I had only made roots
Too long looking for the meaning in the darkness
'Lost.'
Gardener girl now tends to her other work
Water runs from my eyes as if it was the rain itself and I grow
The one hot day in May.
By Joseph Ogden
You seem to live with the emptiness of the universe
Fighting to keep any love shown
Holding on to it beyond the time it ceases to exist
You draw out every last fragment of love with such force and vehemence
TIMES OF LIFE
Joseph Ogden
The sun has gone
Replaced by the romantic moon
The day has gone
Replaced by the sweet night air
Our children have gone
Replaced by one another
Our lives have gone
And if we lived forever
we would see glass returned to sand
but never a lover's tear reach the sea.