pressed between this alice blue sky of morning
here within the walls of home & things
with every step i circle the drain
of dying & death
a misplaced vowel
a broken heart
a ripped dish towel
foretells of a sorrow branched in ash
replete with the softest goodbyes while flooded waters rise throat-high
morphing to a great plains hurricane
thundering tunneling closer to that alice-blue sky than
any thoughts on death & dying
pause here
and wonder at the light
