what it must be liketo accept the glistening invitationat the water’s surface
the sun has finallycome out to playits rays fall, freeingour knotted shouldersfrom their burdens.
I am the dragonfly on your longest night.I am your shade under a mango tree on a searing day.I am the power…
you tell me thatI have lived in a glass housestaring out into my perennial Nightloving…
a taste of Freedomin the bitter pill of Brave…
boat-heartdecisivelyunmoored explores currentcrafting trust in its buoyancyhardy
there is a space
stridentbelligerenta voice used to mufflingthroats…
