“Stay close, my heart, to the one who knows your ways…” - Rumi I’d break the mold Cast a maple spell on summer, tether tonight’s dream I’d stand inside the dream Tadasana, mountain to stones in the river, silent under paddle strokes. I’d be diamonds in the smoke, shining out our anthem. I heard it yesterday. Stagecoach Road wore fire pinks along its limestone shoulders I’d be the feathery sedum beside it, delicate Tennessee triskelion ready with all three arms to wrap you up in waterfalls, in high humidity with leviathan heart, whispering a sturdy pledge, like the one of armadillos to fire ants - I will follow you to the end of time.
Kinetic Poetry - Subject to change without warning.