only this rib caged, sparrow heart,
these enlightened wrists, ancient paths
for new migrations, would
refuse to go unnoticed. wandering
thoughts of becoming, together with
easy raindrops, mixed on open palms,
behind eyes closed long enough to
discover everything breathed
and bravery gathered
amazed at how some settle, so carelessly.
easily destroyed at sunrise, after
dreams convinced and faded quick.
this is a long look and no passing
second glance on streets whose ends
have been known and bled upon. I am not
among them. I forget the names.
follow anyone who finds anything noticeable.
I am done learning the song backward
when forward makes it clear,
what my half a heart is worth.