On a prolific day
I become distracted...

It beckons me once more...
but I am no longer the joyful child...

Waiting for you
is praying so hard that...

.
my steps - rock n' roll...

.
I am held...

I don't know how my actions
become moderated by my wishes...

Does he know I lay on piles of thorns
from roses I've held too close...

.
Breathing...

Don't tip me over -
I am your feather...

(January 27, 2011...

You've stood for me a
million times, held my hand...

15 roses
for 3 years...