Unbeknownst to Her
I am starting to understand this patchwork river whose
Petals are haunted by my favorite red butterflies
Oft reincarnated in the pencil tracings of a pirate’s bounty
In the lavish forgiveness of a fall that is harvest inspired
And that draws us to galaxies unfamiliar with remote controls
Where the future is driverless and left unresolved
Just slow empty streets that echo with a silence
That leaves behind sticky-note memos
That like burning tumbleweeds pulsate with a florescent orange
