Woman

incapable of being captured
and too much to be savored

11.01

tending my garden
inhaling the sweet bloom

I am in love

I am in love
with the life that emerges
from hidden and forgotten spaces
cracks of green in gray cement
life cannot keep
from living again

Home

home is where love surrounds you,
enveloping and washing away
the sore and ache
carried from worlds away