By nature that seed
However small finds the sun.
Wisely weigh what blooms.
searching
When stillness resembles a fugue, take flight or cover or both.
Short verse kept mind aimed.
Or tricked into locked stasis.
A pig-tailed girl weeps.
I feel a non-metered rant coming on…
Safely hidden lump
growing deep inside my throat.
Fresh cut breaks the skin.
MKat Reclamations 