make waves

it took time to warm
the lines stretching here to there;
now we can make waves

***

find your comfort shell
then lose it for the wind and
persimmon seafoam

roots

you pulled at my
stops

drew me further ac ro ss lines
and my vision blurred

still, with sharpened sense
I took hold of the present,
tossed what you'd interred

***

I have a French poster whose tape does not stick.

bent bars

I could have told you–
in this bold pattern'd world,
we'd find lines to blur

yeah, sure

you're the solution!
aye, but tell me something new.


you're the problem, too.

*

but there's hope, young mind
and it's easiest to find
in gestures of True