that's mrs. mediocrity to you

.

fireworks

.

my garden forgives
all my sins

neglect
lazy indifference
impatient expectation

roses climb and clamber
fixed on fun and chaos
neverminding the rules
of convention

pretty
is not the same
as fragile

this place feeds
bug and snail
soul and spirit
bird and body

there are no straight lines
no honest assumptions

no pretense
or promise
beneath this sky dome
night temple

and you will always
get your hands
dirty