Taking The Hit: A Poem ~ Afternoon Walk

Afternoon Walk

Hell's Fire OG grown by Renegade Roots


Meandering down the unfolding ivory tongues

that nestle into the roses, whose teeth like thorns

make one wistful for the ways of needles and pins.

Closing my eyes to the beautiful threat,

I hear ocean waves emit from creeping machines


that suckle hardened tar with the ignorance of a child.

Light flooding in, the sky reflects from the chilled windows

and in that moment, all of the world seemed within reach.