February 27
A misread, that happiness comes indecently— but there’s certainly no modesty as this seedling unfurls for how many years was it less than a thought a dream of life impossibly both blueprint and raw material in a desiccated husk a hull a fleck of the plant that it once was and will be again preposterously and joyfully the promise is kept this the little green antidote for a heart that is wanting–
OPTIONAL POETRY 