The wind made promises I believed

I actively seek new work, like a log placed on hot embers

The eagle writes absence across a blue sheet of air

Why did they chose each other?

The tea-filled gauze bloomed in our cups

The measure of my anguish would also be the measure of my joy

His eyes say take me anywhere

His eyes were so green, I wanted to give them things to see

Turns out I’m seventy-three percent plant