The cars are metastases crawling inside the veins of the roads.
And then they disappear in the flatline of the horizon. Green
is the color of the mountain’s lungs. During the dark ages they
inhale the crystals of eternity and exhale throughout the future
eras. Timelessness, lost between tick and tock. The tress bow down
their haunted crowns and whisper scary fairy-tales. And everything
repeats itself again in the future. If you put your head on the ground
you will hear: “I remember how all of this this will happen again!”
Peycho Kanev is the author of eight poetry collections and three chapbooks, published in the USA and Europe. His poems have appeared in many literary magazines, such as: Rattle, Poetry Quarterly, Evergreen Review, Front Porch Review, Hawaii Review, Barrow Street, Sheepshead Review, Off the Coast, The Adirondack Review, Sierra Nevada Review, The Cleveland Review and many others. His new chapbook titled 'Under Half-Empty Heaven' was published in 2019 by Grey Book Press. He has several nominations for the Pushcart Prize.