tomorrow’s fields by eli oko

1st poem of 2 0 1 9

If you come close enough
you will find something sweet
scented like candytufts
growing from within me.

You will find it
basking in what I speak about,
in what I dream about.
In all I feel and all I do.

Forget poetry for a second.
I promise,
words stacked in sentences
and layered into paragraphs
are on its way to you.
Tied with a bow of hope
and happiness.

But this is content
to reveal how content I am.
How at peace
are the letters between my temple.
How especially sacred
feeling slightly better
truly feels.

That is the chance we’ll take
and all its thrills.
That is candytufts growing
on tomorrow’s fields.

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