and when you suffer

rotational symmetry

are we not of space?

when is it, you ask

sipping dew of torch lilies

with grains of pollen

just folding paper

you tripped me, floating there. but

announce the sunset

this year you have bloomed

it left only a small crack

to then turn around

butterfly vortex

hello — I can see you now

quiet etched in time

I just glimpsed the light

it filled my lungs with quiet

whispering of love

sunflowers bow their

lets us forget what it is

bringing waves of north

this year you have bloomed

below the grasses of thought

everywhere I go

lofty sequoia

so you can hear the whispers

it embraces you

plan those garden beds

into the day’s sublime blooms

resonant with us

my orchid’s face me

just to remind me, nudge me,

the spring surprises

Cassiopeia

tiny feet, before you died

reaching skyward — up

I have a secret.

contemplating reflection

out of what remains

faint little circle

composite life of crutose

is to leave no trace

puddles of sunlight

converse in intimate joy

I want to fly in

like the heat bubble

hummingbird stopped me to talk

the spring surprises

hello my deer friend

the dunes of me — parallel

clear the clouds of thought

you swept over me

it was always here — ready

for it’s what I have

in just one moment

and the unexpected joy

hide aphelion

just for a moment

distance and angle of me

looking for treasure