my Mother told me

more gently than herself...

what it took to get me here.

in her inimitable way.

trees stuck at attention...

falling all over a horizon.

there was a lightness

moved so violently that

it refused to speak to

no one.

an unexpected guest

blissed-out her son,

unbeknownst to her.

what a liar has been unmade.

the metallic grooves of a

guitar...picked away to morning

sickness.

swelling to a cello.

bees dying face-first on snow.

flowers mastering magicians.

tapering off the right color.