Wildflowers, I want so much to be wild like you.
Bursting forward with best intentions,
you lead by example.
some days the weather makes my thoughts hazy
View from our balcony at 7:15 am.
NYC: You are wild, frenetic, spontaneous;
always surprising and challenging.
Those panic attacks I have when we’re together?
I feel better when I remember to look up.
If we had wings, would we know how to fly?
Wet blades of grass, you wear the rain
like magic crystal balls in the sun.
Tell me, what is the future?