Love of change,
an uncracked nut,
frock draping,
wind working,
half staff.
Jokes of somersaults
fresh cut,
green grass billows,
rooted in earth,
canna lilies sway.
Read to some
day moon
light white,
clouds passing,
god calls
to be heard,
has listened
Short–
to be lived,
will end.
Kristie M. Hendricks
5 April 2018
