I place the paper boat on the water, Fingers lingering to support the transition from steady to moving And wait. She sways unsteady at first,
Brought upon by difference I breathe out fire, inhale ice a fusion. I am a sculpted body of powerful thoughts just waiting to be Plucked,
Today I greeted an old friend and it made miss, long for the past—all those too hot summers and pool side reads, the softer winters