The Gelosi Project
She went wandering
in the tall tall grass
chasing autumn leaves.
Her father spies her on the fringes.
He calls to her, but she is lost.
His ears are stung running
in the cool cool rushes
of the purgatory wind.
He hears a lullaby she sings
faintly rising on the gusts.
She crests upon a hill
and blends into the hues
of the orange orange sky
against the blushing trees.
He is close enough to touch her now
but she is untouched.
She lies upon a bed
of freckled freckled weeds
and stares into the clouds.
Her father kneels and prays.
Tears of heaven and her father rain.
She sighs and fades.
excerpt from Mad Man’s Creed
by Laurence Vincent