Dispersion

from “Renditions of Change,” a work in progress

Without god to save us,

a breeze slips through

the sycamore’s leaves

slightly sifting the heat away

from the shade beneath.

We must find ourselves

within ourselves, or perish.

Light dapples the grass between us

like butterflies over flowers.

(June 7, 2019)

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