Miles ahead are butterflies & dreams.
It’s late during evening, crickets are talking.
Birds chirp their language; they settle in trees.
Snails try to make across sidewalks, kids on
Bikes are cruel. “Hold your heart,” hold
Your soul. It’s painful because it’s close to God.
Sky lungs. Marble winds. Those that gallop!
By daylight to see faces. By light to feel joy.
We’re speaking truth; we’re hurting more; by
Beauty of agony; by grace of an artistic depth.
Miracles flood spirits: gallicas upon leaves,
Warming shame, in trying to cleanse intestines.
Bended knees, path of ancestors, wisdom & ink;
To exhaust prayer, sweat beeding up, the brink.
