Writing

People enter, stay for a few floors,

Then 

            They

She has many sides

a faceted diamond

clear and shining

she drapes herself over the landscape

engulfing the cool orange of fall in her white satin robes

cold and gleaming

I cry because my love could lose her livelihood for loving me and yet she loves 

I cry because to live is a gift I thought was a curse and now I refuse to die 

Is violence all we now know

Can we know now how to stop this

Can we turn a table upside down

Down is up is what is the upside

What is the inside of a killer

Is their DNA barbed wire

Why’re we like this

Blue softness and warmth

Blue peace beyond all else is

A warm blue sweater

my hands curl around the flimsy plastic folds of my shopping bag 

as I walk home through streets tight and winding. 

it is a sunny morning, 

crisp and clear, 

and magic.