How do we know if we//Live in poetic prose...
I look up at my Lover-dear and make my way back to kiss her nose
I hear this grand song from the lips of my Love: Forever you’re mine, you are enough
It is sometimes no wonder whatsoever that my breath is bated and my words spared
It's beautiful, isn't it?//This garden of hardy weeds//This muted symphony//This incorrigible springtime