• Endria Richardson

Searching Poem

I wonder if I’ll find it here,

where there is nothing more

than feet that whisper at the door.

I have a devil in my head,

it’s eyes are blue

It’s teeth are red. It slums

the noonday sun, it comes

and hums to all the little ones.

To death to death,

I’ve died anew.

I won’t be coming back for you –

Unless these strains

are coral-bellied black eyed trains –

then I will ride

back to the land

where sunsets grow

at Dipsy Dan

who wears the daytime embers thin

around the skin that frightens him

and chrome eyed doe

and christened men

all go to where

the gophers go.

#noondaydemon #poem

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