I don't desire a casual thing or
an incasual thing. As if this world
gives us any more than we can handle
before we break like raw green sticks.
Snapped bone or limb, regardless
the fig tree is growing leaves. Regardless
with this I will be a paladin of the spring
I will paint lemons on my breath
plant flowers in his name, regardless
I will grieve and defend this impermanent thing
to a permanent sky.