disaster

rose petals blowing
in a hurricane cover
the foul smell of fear

we sing

the moon casts a shadow
on the forgotten rocky
coast that lives in the
memory of your skin
of tonight
of yesterday

of the sweet smell of a
dandelion that blows
slow and silly into
the summer's neverending wind
and I sing

we sing

the sun rises
and shines its
light
on the newly seeded ground

on our soil

where we have,
together,
placed and watered
the roots of
our tomorrow

what?

the first letter of

the word

is a consonant

i can't guess

or remember

but it is somehere

in the brain of

my tongue

and when i

think of it

i will call

angel in a meadow

i dance contentendly

among the blue wildflowers

with a single daisy 

in my elastic

i hope for love

on this day

full of sweat,

sand, and gravel

i have had

enough promises

this year