every street leads to a stanza

(2024)

Where does a street end or begin?/ I watch Welton run through this city/ straight to the heart of my uncertainty

Sometimes I imagine/ that the floaters in my eyes/ are threads from other lives/ If I catch these strands clouding my sight/ then all my alternate paths might collide/ and I can search each universe/ until I find myself/ clear and consistent/ without need for revision/ where I never fail to love in my epoch

Every flower is an explosion/ overflowing, too much to hold in/ Every droplet is a hemisphere/ waiting, ripples in the making// There’s no room left for fear/ laughing at sirens/ ears pulsing against pavement/ Every street leads to a stanza/ packed in, ready for circulation