This won't be praising
the planet for existing...
I was thrown across
Omaha, hitting the...
You thought Sunday's were always
good for foot massages and being...
A single stroke and her frailties are forgotten,
brushed into a peaceful pool of imperfection...
Today was the first time you cried in front of me,
so innocently, so tragically that I wanted to hold...
I am unlike a raindrop
heavy with lament...
She suspends miniature hearts
from newspaper cuttings...
Walking in, shoulders hunched,
head facing the ground...
Thunder roars loudly,
Lightning flashes through the sky...
Raven violin strings
sing with sons of wind...
...
Here, I am.
I sit wide-eyed and ready for the day...