en route to see boesmi
because heart
as flower puckers at night
is
with legs in body
looking for light
on bus
feeling those petals may close
s
could bloom
gasping for ar
t
“have you eaten yet sir?”
“i’ve been Eaton since i was born.”
-Robert J. Eaton
hot air stopping (at my) back
cold air brushes () face
walking as always towards
the end of {
my blooming
as all trees contain counted leaves.
(deadened) winter hands
(life to spring) but not forms
in time[’s (ocean
), wave(s crashing around u)s
] though things can happen,
dance anyway. on and on
} , the street where everything
can meet unfolded along with me
living on it
seeing what is so beautiful to see.
