rough winds blew us together.
the orientation was riddled.
times change; more the same.
couldn’t dream harder
couldn’t pray quicker
roses out of crevices, out of asphalt.
watching sunflowers, escaping into
wilderness, purposed to become a friend, by means of love, never numbness, one
volume for much patience.
over cautious cares, over anxious
calligraphy, have we painted portraits.
a soul by its merits
a guide by her wisdom
we might work bravely
ensnared in justice
arguing against logic.
in meadows soundless.
in tetras making mistakes.
at chess, ungluing biases.
wells are flooding
the bottom is pushing out
only kindness will cause stasis.
