Hibiscus

Death is a crime.There’s a rapping on my door,and they stand there like barsto tell me,
“Ma’am, you’ve been sentencedto a life-time of desolation.”They snap the shackles on me,frigid and t

I was chasinga fading light as it gushed awayin a showeringsunsetthen rang my armsout to the obscurityI was aimingto comprise a rhythm of breathsmy piano fingersdabbing down to tracethe creamy ...

take a breathoutsidedeeply hug the airwith arms flyinguntil you are lying back in the streaming grasstake a momentsmilewatch the earth chatterwith murmuring happinessuntil you cannot breathin the rhap