I submitted a whisper
upon negativity's ear...
I guess I will taste so much salt
this year - our garden has withered since August...
This is for all of the writers
who like me, stalk the sidewalks...
If the morning sun
stopped rising...
Regardless of the traditions I'm aware,
The society, and I'm to toe the line...
Mindless acts of hate
destroying families and...
You plunge me into storms
that I cannot weather...
You pull me close as
I surrender to your touch...
We've given you all.
All. All...
I cry at your very happiness
No, not because of jealousy...
Like a nonseasonal
field of blooming...
Lost in creativity,
mind clustered...