Tread soft the light blue crush
As not to startle or to shy.
Fall not easily this next time
But with purpose
Think the tender heart,
Future and seed in mind.

My heart
Loves deeply
And bleeds
Beautifully
Said I one January.

I saw you Sunday
Then thought of you yester morn
And again today in waking.
The quiet repose and inurgency
Startles with soft smiles.

And I am thinking with heart beating, “ah, just wait, let’s see”.