Monday, June 22, 2015

the kiss of the glow-worm.
up it goes as the rain pours before
the sun, the sun

daughter of the corner i know
as a bough radiates prismatic fleet,

to plant itself into the soaked earth,

how i hope i enjoy my stay here.
into the dirt, the roots
are every vein

sending intrepid messages.
sending intrepid messages.

come along.