to say this summer is haunting
is not far fetched: it'll linger in
our minds for many seasons on
how badly the storm hit & how
ill prepared we were for the after
still no one died, no one went to
jail and as the fall slowly ebbs
and times does what it does best
our hearts heal, strength resumes
sleep comes as safety sorts itself
and happiness stretches out: walls
go up, wires are changed - winter
enters ending this year of our lord
two thousand seventeen - so when
we end: all that'll be recalled is the
trip to the east and how happiness
came to be in our life: how imperfection, impermanent, and incomplete
still is beauty, truth that love is
