Splintering Pine

Your barns are but teeth broken
Somehow holding themselves together,
Still they capture an interest
Paint a picture whose contents contrast frame,

Yes I’ve probably swallowed a few
Ponds algae abundant accidentally
Found your innards- a rough tongue of alfalfa fodder,
Stumbled into a reductive stupor perhaps a few
Times before but neither here
Nor there I remain
Just a visitor of incident
With dried saliva falling off in cakes
From loose strands of skin that dangle
When a whimper of wind calls again

Cast upon a field in the summer
A face of cascading amber inviting
As if the 1950’s;
Your teeth were prosperous and full of horses

Glowing when light runs childlike
Through your cracks and divots,
In such exposed obscurity
Your beauty comes to fruition
Your smile is nothing less than immaculate

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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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