The Spring

love everything with me

we hold hands

fingers interlaced

let us go together

and be loved

be loving

carry nothing

our hands empty with purpose

the knee bends just so

every step

framing the horizon

come, here is the spring

and here, the cup

its edge thin between your lips

the green leaves and the gold

and the shadows on the water

here, the cup

and there, the stone

stained by offerings

see, here

this crack

this was how the god escaped

now flowers grow

(2022)

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