Harmony

Informed by chaos, 
our feet tickle God’s ground.

I dreamed of a garden last night, 
with big round fruit, 
as red, 
as pink, 
as lips. 

I dreamed of Paris. 
J’ai deux amours:

the universe and myself. 

Harmony is seductive, 
and simple. 

Dance me to the stars 
on cobblestone streets.