the after the flood green
of the ferns
the bow of the evening
light on the street trees
the bounce of the piano
and the song defiant
in joy, the shine
of the steel on the stool
the chime of the drums
the bless of the smoke
the pull of my thoughts
lifts me out into green
tint air

the neighbors are
how we break
each other’s hearts

little black birds
on the trail became butterflies
on the trail
and little girls wore peace