Aislynn

Lorenzo

Peace

35

15/15: and still, we are breathing what after all is this life supposed to represent the dead will never die again and each flower will still try to unfurl year ...

14/15: returning home, back to sea in a place like this one same sun different ocean rocks twins of these time ebbs and i am small again waist deep in ...

13/15: the goodness of life changes are growing slowly like rosebushes still raw and thorny but a promise swelling may we all have such patience

12/15: out on the pier graffitied pillars plunged into the sand wading into the pacific dark and briny the sun streams white onto the waves where pigeons roost rocked softly ...

11/15: through the seasons remember when we would wait all winter for one warm spot of sunlight the feeling of finally sitting there we could peel back our hoods and ...

10/15: finding water in the desert an immediate downpour from the blue beyond strong enough to carve boulders in two cactus choking water down with a drenched spine drowner's arms ...

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9/15: on droughts and other metaphors it runs a canyon down my heart welling life within my ribcage waves spilling over reservoir edges across long plains of freckled skin the ...

8/15: spending an afternoon in the city we are that of saplings and seedlings and the plants that writhe out of the sidewalk sometimes i wonder if the heart can ...

7/15: i wonder if the sun yearns for the morning i would lose all other sensations before the warmth of the sun on cool skin solar fusion like a lover's ...

6/15: i wish to be in bloom there is something about cherry blossoms ethereal and full and floating and so fragile you know even as you breathe in their beauty ...

5/15: on bereavement trees learn death early every autumn leaves dropping away with such grace that the final change where roots go cold feels to them no great burden.