Each day one by one they inspect the grains
Every summer, I sit sautéing in coconut sunscreen beside Korinne at her pool, eating pink strawberries straight from the vine, drinking Fentimans Rose Lemonades with slices of lime until the sky swirls creamsicle.
The book on your shelf called Herbs of the Earth implies the existence of herbs of the sky, of the sea. Mars, Jupiter
Stand tall in a graveyard of dead wedding flowers and refuse to turn into a ghost.