I’ve faded a bit this year
some fire left as smoke
laughter left as a joke
braiding my three wrongs into a whip and hoping it stings right
I’ve faded a bit this year
haltingly read haltingly remembered purpose has flowered into
a meaningless flower
not even meant for love or friendship just a dainty thing to last a day bruised by breath
discarded as touched so here I stand impetuous green stems and leaves afield waving my glorious capless head and calling for the bees
AbyKittiwake 