I AM Darothee [Somewhere outside of Kansas]
He lured me away from the quiet roads which had invaded pastures
long before the fields knew the aroma of manure—and yet my heart still knows that smell.
His light guided me
along his rugged streets,
and soon my mind embraced the scent of exhaustion; my ears rang
with the horns and sounds of endless traffic jams,
gridlocked beltways and rushing vehicles over concrete rivers.
POETRY IN THE KEY OF E
BY EGYPT ENGLISH
© 2015 E. ENGLISH PUBLISHING GROUP
HERE IN THIS SPACE YOU WILL ENCOUNTER MY STORY.
THERE YOU WILL FIND MY LIFE OF SURFACING → PURPLE CRAVINGS