the rain
(dance)s with me:
a dialect that (speaks) so much
softer than the (silence) you’d bleed
as it dripped (around) you and your e n d l e s s
ringing; an emptying of (my entirety) i am this coming
to be . . .this be coming of we (& my) colors won't
stop as the (bones) in my knees do continue to
flow thru this new winter breeze as i (glow)
(from) rhythm of growth i now sing in
(the) hurt and your sting i create my
own theme; this is (freedom)
to me i am one with
the leaves as (i)
turn and i
(leave)