i was pulled aside and led to a place
where dirt had gathered and salt had
weathered and was told to look!
and i was reminded that every moment
is an invitation to love.
there are other things on my mind, but
none of them bloom like you do.
been revisiting the function of two people
meeting and initiating a sequence of vocal
and physical interactions, and it is left
wondering what might bloom there in a year
or two. did the
squeeze of my hand go unnoticed?
the lichen is blossoming into clouds
of gentle green light. i am in love with it as
no one else is.