A wasp in the window and the guest perspective –
the danger of your own violence or the strength of the kindness that drives you to help a friend in deed.
“Not one lover will I love.”
But trust –
the pollinators and the weeds,
the pigment on the page,
the word in the Dream.
I place my faith in tending to the unbent branches that yet grow.
What lies broken below –
let it go,
let it go.
looking for roots 