We are all flowers
Slowly growing in the sun
Until the leaves fall

Break the line
As the back of a mountain
To discover new ridges, peaks and valleys
Twist the water, break the fountain
And flow instead in unpredictable ways
That is what Mr. Estlin would say

Love
Pure  passionate
Amazing  unwavering  ending
Scary  consuming  Cold  Sinful
Aching  haunting  appalling
Untimely  inevitable
Death