“Ode to 2 in the afternoon
To the wonder
of growing
them wandering
Hearts
Ode to
The forest inside me
To letting go
So we can grow
Thru tips
Of fiery leaves
Ode to the Winter
That blankets
My raging flame
Of fluttering bys”
“do you believe me now
that there’s holes in everything
and all i can do is stare at them
through them
and know that they are mirrors
and most of it is negative space”
