overhead tender_square you’re in every liminal moment. you’re the ossificating white ash in silhouette. you’re the transparent layers of violet, diluted at dawn, dappled with a rush of soft pink. my window seat wasn’t enough; i had to chase your unraveling on foot, to know the sensation of air as it left my lungs before your breath imbued me. your love lit fire to these woods, set the spread of anemone ablaze on the lush forest floor. my shutter captured an eternal horizon, and an open mouth of vines made a meal of your incandescence. you sustain me everywhere i go. 220430 what's it to you? who go blather from