“They I said it wouldn’t happen again,
a sight not to be seen for another __ years.
“My ears filling with expert voices
trapping the scurrying feelings
insecting in the inescaping
infecting the elucidating”
nourishing the swell
between us –
your eyes telling me
under the indiscriminate trees.
Which are as beautiful within the flood as without.
smiling in the sudden illumination…