There is a hydrangea, there is a hollyhock
I dreamed of you; I’ll keep dreaming until you realize
Until we in our fallible humanness realize.
I reach out to touch a wisp of hair, a single curl
An arm comes around my bicep
When I turn under my arm and look back at this town, will it not have changed as much as it ought to have?
What can we learn that we can only learn from youth?
How can we celebrate what is so rich without crushing taking breaking claiming?
I fell down the stairs
I crumpled my metro card
I caught myself
My elbow hurts
I ended up here
How does it happen?
We are just filling the time until
Something magnificent happens.
Something magnificent
Is always happening.
Be alive.
Mar I Terra 