Mix a burst of exasperation with sand;
and glue it to your attitude.
In a circle motion
of oval breathing,
with molecules moistened
with forgiveness,
smooth reason with reality.
Lift us
Upwards must
Trust
the gravity
to distill
the rue of errors.
Mine or yours
They or ours
clouds passing__
sorting will happen
with a wash of rain.
M. Flannery
July 2023
