A pirouette,
A leap of faith,
The leaves in May are blinding green.
I wanted you,
To break in two
To feel the spear in which I lean.
I'll push a stone
Away from home,
Someday I want to face the seas
That terrify,
Entice my eyes,
I don't want scorn when I do leave.
A tattered border
Lies between,
The lines of up and down I read.
I open books
And think about the
Blossoms on fictional trees.