deluge

The deluge continues

and the sun breaks through 

The gaps between leaves

and the wind’s restless branches

tremble with melody

The grass becomes hot

and cools with the dew 

The grass gives to soil

that turns and renews

A blank slate

A body

A world within you

The deluge continues 

and old becomes new

And some things are still beautiful. 

French inhale

I’m practicing my French inhale 

The way that you taught me

And I wonder if you’re still 

Taking depression naps after work

I wonder if you’re still

Getting too wound up 

Over some stupid shit

That some asshole coworker said

I’m practicing love

That I should have shown myself

And showed to you instead

Gave away all kinds of energy

That I could have put into

Being better

I adopted a dog

And I know that you’d love him

And probably have some snarky remark

About how needy he is

And I’d agree

And silently think that applies to you

Or that it applies to me