kismet [or the lusciousness of timeless momentary lingering]
a wound begging to be touched
and healed
soulful eyes full up with mystery
and depth
two hearts so tender
and vulnerable
our meandering conversation
and feet
no destination–
just a curved line
poetry rocks spattered
with raindrops
the fragrance of spring
yellow, red and green
cedar married with sorrow
–a new path to walk
the question of violence
towards birds
(and the struggle for words)
an eye and a scarab
two souls within the labyrinth
lingering
