The body is a container.
This is your breeze.
The breeze that blows easterly.
Leaves are dead people
dropped on eaves.
One day I will meet a rabid dog in the road.
I need to find my love so I can apologize.
For being lost all this time.
For forgetting to believe.
Find that place inside you that’s OK
and make it grow.
We are all trying to bridge our loneliness.