by willow such billowing sand too wistful to miss it. holidays are our humor our desert our perseverance. mother might cry, over a potted meal, such thoughts of years passed. a soft concerto or ghetto genius some mixture making sunshine. by cirrus fire by ornamental skies some hunch as it plays piano. near cottonwood or sung gently some chorus such tenderness. upon a triolet some neat message while over yonder essence is traveling. a subtle swoosh some spirit wand while we sizzle in wilderness. so unboxed so airborne too much a public furnace. by debt of beauty by too gorgeous to sing where heaven sounds enchanting. a freesia audience a plexiglass divider or a deinstalled friendship; so ruthless as gloom settles where it hurts so little we rejoice.
so
overborne such taupe eyes so much wisdom in our beliefs. upon lunarias or iris
gardens such haunted houses. a trail into wild oak or oils spilt on pavement,
too much to clean. a sink in a field a car missing doors or a train at 2 a.m.
to watch intently, as if something is new, so untired with something to travail
over.
some took a knee, or tradition was challenged, as to realize its symbolization. some critique on our values, or some dinner in our spirits, while minds are mauled by pit bulls. but pain is our issue, it lingers softly, it might induce one to soar.
by heat in hearts to feel comfort while one might not approve of us. medieval genetics or part souls running, so kneaded so knotted.
