Gardenia hues
A Gardenia
changing hues
in the summer temper
What color am I
when I am mad?
The toad is lonely too
A fallen tree
and a toad
following my heels
as I carry the weight
of both our loneliness
Leg ashes
Shadows glide across
her white face
as she stands and observes
the motion of my blistered feet
that walk across the ashes
of her legs
Grief and the gypsy dancer
Someone grieving over me
as I stand on the roof
and watch the mysterious movement
of a gypsy dancer
Bat flames
A pile of bones
and the ghost of a bat
circling the fire
I have started
just to dance
and feel exciting
by Ashlie Allen
Ashlie Allen lives in the east coast, where she plans to attend Literature school. She also has plans to study photography.
