
Sometimes poems fall at your feet/with a slight tap as they hit the ground/ready to be something fabulously different/ready/with time/to be remade/with the revelation of wings

Sometimes poems fall at your feet/with a slight tap as they hit the ground/ready to be something fabulously different/ready/with time/to be remade/with the revelation of wings

The tables had lavender/candy and birds/Texas butterflies/even the shortbread cookies had lavender/to calm us/for we are the ones who race on