like a child's cry that
fills the night
you persist, needy.
explorative in nature.
always-- crumbling in the cocoon of these desolate grounds.
clinging to my Mother's engagement vase.
a cylinder cut crystal glass promise.
compost petals, brown twigs for stems.
The streets only willow crumbling at my feet.
alight. the decors never
looked so bright
idyllically filed frame after another