Poems About Ai Ogwaga Seeking Friendly Advice

I mean to live'

     - Ai Ogawa
 
 
Under a burning sun
hot as the sand we walk on;
his doe-eyes red,
dry lips thirsty,
we escaped. I knew it
had to be, and his father:
I sliced him down the middle
before we left -- a perfect parting
of his powder-white innards  
slipping from their secret bag
and scattering where I left him.
Now we walk the low terrain
instead of running
along a high mountaintop ridge,
looking down.
 
He looks down at us now,
blue nascent...

I walk among the cane
where I kill her, feet still walking.
How would you know it was me
not redemption laying you bare;
girl I remember, touched as a blushing rose --
face down and wilted.
A crushed candy rock
you were drawn from
so long ago in my mind.

Earth gave us this: Each other.
We weep, but only from the wind
as it takes you with it.
A wagon rolls by --
the cut cane like limbs;
how gratifying are its legs, oozing
crystal, feet left to sink lower
and run home to our barren souls.
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