Typewriter Series #3050 read by Tyler Knott Gregson
Less, and I’d say more, be filled
with language that blossoms,
that flowers and throws
seed to wind. Less, and I could
describe it, explain this love
to anyone other than
you.
Home is hope,
given to the hopeless, to the
self-reliant swearing they need
nothing, to be alright.
Hope is home found thousands
of miles from it,
the slow billow of low cloud
on emerald peak, the ribbon
of road trailing off, remnants
of a gift torn open.
Less and I could say so much more,
let words find light like branch
from tree, let the trunk
stand sure
and hold us to the soil
we found ourselves on.
All I know to say, to sum up
all this more I am graced with,
is simple,
I am first to you,
and you, to me.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-