I saw my first firefly of the year today—
I saw my first firefly of the year today—
I saw my first firefly of the year today—
The hospital seizes the night with me—
One can’t miss it nor need to solicit—
Knuckles knock the door
With a soul-kite— with a glide-sprite— my kicks sing sick licks on the 606
In the morning, we skim over your history
Fear is like a lover— waking you from bed
Blossoms prowl the city with appetite and reason; hunting
During this season, I’ve been praying for more detachment from worldly things and more attachment to things that matter— love, art, …