a touch a tentacle

a touch a tentacle
kindness reaching
perhaps received
perhaps beseeching

soft pretty, read

soft pretty, read
the sky peers through
the warming filters
that reds, do.

poynt ed

pointed truths
seldom soothe.

or

large or small,
who is in charge
of it all.

find your

find your soul in
all the little places.
hiding behind your
many faces.

if every

if every tear, into a flower made
each petal a remembrance
now slightly scented with
gentle hues
to heal
the
blues.

sit

to sit is such a luxury
we do not get that
often in pigeonry.