Colourful, or, at times,
nonsensical, the poetry
that stains our landscape
is a reflection of where we are
as humans, as consumers, as
believers. Or not.
What we choose to see, or
decide to ignore, is still there.
That we choose to believe
is another story entirely.
Poetry speaks; poetry breathes.

04/14/2019                                              j.g.l.

APRIL IS POETRY MONTH
open your eyes and breathe