Days spent in the wood
Laying between cedar trees and grasping arms,
Wandering from
Wisconsin back roads
To river stone reverie
Inveterate vulnerability
Ritualistic tendency
Mutual feelings of faded love
Maintained for good memory,
Traded photographs for sweatshirts
Poems for moments
We as we are,
Spoke of forever and mattress matinees
As if their length and definition
Were equally determined
By words stated

How passionately painted
Was grass rising through
The cracks of our souls,
Whiskey encores pressed to spine
Hands pressed to outcrops,
Gripping rock structures
Clinging for support
Map makers
Fervently in the making,
Studied each other’s topography
Remembering only,
The similarities
Of a new environment
Wind blowing your hair
Like it was meant to
In passing,
A drop of rain raised the river


Author: Montana Svoboda

I'm a genderless poet currently living in Central Michigan where I attend college for Environmental Science and English. Nature's some cool shit, frisbee's a neat activity, fountain pens are best pens, Latakia for life, coffee and tea keep these gears turning.

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