no longer restrictive of breath.
The complete turn will occur:
the air no longer stale, but
The outward changes are easy to embrace.
The inward changes churn.
my childhood home,
my father’s house,
I am pulled close
Existing in excerpts of memory:
colors bend in reverence to each other
lilies of the valley suspended in perfect separation
growing wild behind the garage,
the white blossoms peep through
long grasses underfoot and
for the loss of a thing to be noticed?
unable to remain.
Summer relinquishes what it cannot be.