• Lena Drake

Bad Lands

Updated: Nov 8




sweet boy, tired boy

to the Bad Lands we go

searching for eyes

I can’t find anymore

yellow, trumpet-shaped flowers

with spines strong and lean

carry pollen bodies

unheard and unseen

the landscape was vast

possibility was wide

but your hair’s grown long

and your promise has dried

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