you bloomed,
and now your petals
are melting
toward the mulch…
Day: January 20, 2021
when I am numb
I crave sensation
your fingers tangling
in my hair, wind…
How often do we miss,
The things we really need,
Just because we pay more attention,
to our own names,
ideas…
Bells in the tower,
ringing in unison,
as monks wander below,
and pass to their stations…
