Possibilities
live on- If we keep trying
there's endless magic.

Can life and love be 

hard and good rolled into one?

How else could it be?

1497,1498

Time, surrounding me
melting away from friction
and warmth between us

Only recently
did I start hearing the bass
at the base of songs

Life is a thin line
you walk yours and I walk mine

even intertwined

Trauma is when you
can't imagine a future
can't dream or do it

Up late, then work looms
Teaching and guiding through Zoom

All in my home/room

Deal with what you see
not what you expect to see
in poems, in life.