Wild fires rage (dispersed & contained),
without smoke slipping through your fingers;  
~ Feeling the future is like catching sparks ~
    unseen
  ...

We  
speak
in flowers,
     heady blooms    
     and English    
Tea rose
     buds**.
     ~ *Taking    
                 scents    
                         to nose,    
                                             & to a                      
                                         ­       hearts'                      
                                                             ­ blank                                      
                    ­   book

I'm
Photocopying my sole

to show you
my

carbon footprint.

It flew
away from me,
just like my broken dreams.