Often, I am angry at you, but at this moment,
I am not.
I see the the easiness of change
as we drive to the arena.
Light from traffic through the dash
redoing your face.
Your daughter’s skates
opening cuts of light.
Our possible lives.
Often, I am angry at you, but at this moment,
I am not.
I see the the easiness of change
as we drive to the arena.
Light from traffic through the dash
redoing your face.
Your daughter’s skates
opening cuts of light.
Our possible lives.
