Mackenzie Lunstroth

Sky

                        “Oh look a shooting star,

                                            make a wish.”

   that superstition you keep.

 

I close my eyes and pretend,

                   only because it makes you feel better,

          your wish is my command.

 

But I don’t wish upon childish things like that,

Yet I’ll never tell because

                  “you’re not supposed to reveal your wish or else it won’t come true.”

 

You’ll never know I don’t believe.

 

She Didn’t Know She Moved Mountains

Your eyes remind me of clear waters,

hair like streaks of sun.

 

Mesmerized.

 

I still see you.

You’re tangible to me.

 

A classic cappuccino,

The blue umbrella,

That god awful floral sofa.

 

You’re still with me.

 

Shoulders back, hips sway

High heeled staccato steps.

Head down, music in.

Stay afar, keep away,

don’t get too close

You seemed to be trying to say.

 

I still have your quilt on the bed,

made every day to be as pretty as you;

faded lipstick notes on the mirror,

your favorite oxblood shade.

 

Your things just as you left them,

just as you like it,

How am I supposed to let you go?

 

The Palouse

The only thing seemingly out here:

hills

                  hills

                                                         fathomless hills.

       Eternal roads,

mirage like.

                                   You feel like you are

                                                                                   continuously going past

                                                                                                                                       the same trees.

                                                                                                                                                                                                Thank God

for the signs

                                               showing how many miles are left.

                                                                                                                                       My perpetual destination.

                                                                                                                                                                                                 The rolling hills

like rainbows;      

                                                no matter

                                                                    how far

                                                                                                  you

                                                                                                           follow them…

                                                                                                           they’re endless.

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