Wild flowers out finding
space in cracked concrete,
taken by running
hot then wet torrents
through people so tender
sunned back to life from
winter caked in the heart.
Summer of love
with strangers’ smiles beaming
back
heart’s open feeling
love and desire
out
spilling and healing.
Seeds of wild flowers
the nights dancing sowing
coming to life in intensities filling
breathing life-love
in blood winter still holding
breath in two chests
by wild winds caressing
moving it warm
to hearts that crave pulsing
the flowering hearts of two wild ones so found.
Notes From Afar 