Flower on the bank;
there was forgiveness for all,
but the River Rose.

This idea
of gardener and flower
is the wrong idea

we are both gardens and gardeners
we tend to ourselves
and sometimes we share seeds

the more we share seeds
the more we grow into each other

so one day soon
we may be one garden
tending to the flowers together.

Flapping wings
will deliver me
nowhere
until my toes
release their
white-knuckles
from the dirt.

I saw myself on the bus today
standing slightly taller
I cut my hair, had stronger arms
and finally tailored my sleeves

I saw myself, a better version
a glimpse into another time
where I was me and not myself
and things must have been different, right?

but then I saw the look on my face
the same tired grin in my eyes
and even I from another reality
would see the same as the real me.

When memories are all you’ve got
It’s hard to let go of the things they’re made of.