I think,
I will be more than
Antimatter to see
One very coming day

And, I am hoping
To be more than
Californium and
Jade Stone
Sooner

I feel it,
One very day
You all,
will be under
My beautiful
Umbrella ☔

To shine✨

it enters
without

resistance
everything

is accepted
in this

moment
the sky

is bursting
with color

past disappears
into dust

I blow it
away

imagining
dandelions

I am a child
a happy child

playing in
a wild field

where

bees don’t
sting and

snakes don’t
bite

The leaf drifts
to a green grave.

The soft run of sun
spreads red in the hand.

Angles descend
white into bronze.

Where are you?
You break my symmetry.

All these engravings
in a wing-wax afternoon

are hollow
in your persistent absence.