by Landon Habibi
I am slow
Like thunder.
Hot with air,
I hit the head.
Or what about the heart?
I go down,
Down,
Down,
To strike
Nothing.
//
The horse shook
Like an old
Tin can.
He feels nothing,
He is nothing,
But he can.
He still can.
//
A fox is a fox
In a fox. That
Is a fox.
//
This is a root.
A root digs
And vibrates
The soil
To a flatter space.
//
I love the dark
So much more
Than the stars
Because he is friendly.
Landon Habibi is a Kindergarten poet residing in Los Angeles, California. Landon put his thoughts to paper at four years old while attending Cassidy Preschool. He currently lives with his mother, father, little sister, Arabella LeMont, and whippet dog, Hemingway. Landon continues to write and explore his ever-expanding perspectives through poetry, prose, and art, and has completed an anthology of 18 poems titled Shadows Are Made Of Light. In addition to poetry, he likes building inventions with cardboard, glue, string and playdoh. He also likes learning about bugs, history, and deep-sea creatures.