The Underground Garden: Lady


 

North
Heading North
But South East West are so curious
North
I’m heading North
But I keep planting flags over borders
North eye on north
But the cold of the south upside down calls me to drown and the winds of the west caress my breast tell
          me east there may be rest
I’m trying to get lost
Know these roads too well
Which pill and its cost will dry the inkwell
Is there a new color I can font with
An unseen road waiting to flaunt it
A patch for my backplant
Sounds seeking holler backs
Soft scents to direct toward
North
Diners detour
Eyes hungry for less
Body aching for more
Of less
North all targets North
Every step is a breath off an unmade bed from an unplugged head wires frying from the overload of need
North has a place for me
Rx remedy
Snooze on 24 to consider 24 more and the unknown remaining
Made for saving
Undone draining
The seep I have felt the sorrow and welt of sudden change
North is in range these plains are strange and flatlands are just distance
North by North
That is the course

Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.

 

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