arguments begin
when different human
pressures collide
forming clouds
that sometimes darken
and bring rain
it’s only after
the sun returns
that rainbows
catch the tail end
of a quarrel
and begin the gossip
of who started it
many eyes see her as a bucket of light thrown over everything ears hear her from the throat of a wooden flute not shaped in this solar system to the mind she’s the quake that trembles giddy with affec
peace feels deeper in the morning when the sun’s mission is to warm bones and brighten hearts ugly secrets and other confessions awaken at night emboldened in shadows that edge closer to the light h
occasionally walk through the rain without an umbrella uncomfortable mystery is part of the marrow of life and getting wet is not always bad you might be surprised by smiling offers of pity or an over