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Like warm weather
In winter,
You stole. 
One blossom
Burst
And strangled-
 

You tangled seasons,
Circling 
A single brown hope

That stretched 
To grasp this
Pink
Soft
S
tar.

Hope forgot its own
Smooth skin
To brush
The jar of promise
Sweating dew,

Hope danced
With the wind,
Twirling its treasure
Too soon,

But its thin arm
Never let go-
This flower
Fell for you.


I’ve made a wish in Spanish,
On a star,
With birthday candle breath.
I thought a lot in yoga,
in the shower,
climbing steps.
Now I’m sending my sandcastles
out to sea in purple pails.
I hope
the fishermen
will add
my daydreams
to their tales.


chip the color off
and tear texture top to bottom
let the warm corduroy ridges
slip away 

follow barefoot
your black and white dreams
touch the tight seams
that hold them together


memories face the clouds
still velcroed,
unsalted,
stubborn
sunflower seeds
straining higher.
millions of dark eyes
waiting for the hour
their namesake
will appear,
unaware their petals’ flames
are the beauty to be matched.


Our future is colored
Wildflower acoustic,
Fragrantly free.

Drifting seeds and sounds
Blend blue with the sky
Until clouds ripple
Like ocean waves
And the surf sparkles
Between constellations.


//

We grew parallel
Like fingernails
On the hands of a stranger
From our hometown.

Painted or bitten
On whims,
Scraped across skin
Unfamiliar,

Years have added
No strength or scars,
The future is far
From changing us.


I am old
In a young way,
With wrinkled skin so white
You follow its creamy ups and downs
So closely
That all there is

Is soft and smooth.

I am long gone
But here to stay,
Silent and invisible,
Just hollow enough
For you to hear
The echoes.

I am
Inborn,
Unborn,
Reborn.

I am

Your

First

Wish.