you’re
an untold saga.
charity
is love.
by
boundless fire, trailing into canyons
by
deathless waters;
jungle-spirited
or
afloat
private winds, by a wheelbarrow
of
rondeletias.
we
auspice a solution.
or
maybe courage remains. our sunlit
farm.
I
have loved a phantom, such
sensitive
material, while feelings seem
to
rival logic.
a
daughter sets for seas or
sweltering
behaviors, where absence
makes
one defensive.
if
but a proud
moment,
if but a star as symbol,
our
upsurge
or regrets. many endure
to
love regardless, while timbal beats
at
intuition. by misty mornings, by
foggy
storms to have solace by ink.
