I
ain’t no right way ain’t no wrong
just the “common” and something other
II
along the wall where flowers cling
straddling the line of rule between
one foot in the white space each side
toes exploring water warm riverside
a heart little, cracked, still, thrumming low
headspace spatially in the ether flow
once a warrior, now she knows the calm
once, words were life blood warring
to spill forth from crevices exposing
raw bones of grieving
of blood on my lips
a scarring
from decisioning too young
my only what-if
yestermorrow, a let-me was uttered
reminiscent of a youth spent
yearning flailing
mourning of a thing palpable…
reigned in, I looked-about
at the Sweetness
of little paws dreaming;
thinks nestled to a thrumming
gratuitously, I’ve been given
and words like life
can unfold the only way they will
vines contorted
through fences rusted
the odd flower blooms
she sees what others pass
without notice, roots shallow
in soil under stones
when we walk without
notice we naught
the beauty protruding
growing in cracks
crevices and fence lines
in the between - minute
go as careful with your your thinks
as you would with your steps
haters here haters there
hating hate-hate haters everywhere
hating you hating me
what we think is what we’ll be