Spring

I could feel 

the spring inside

 i swear something

 was focusing

 on making a change.

 In the seasons it found

 its reason for existence,

 inside a heart that met 

itself on the street

 and found joy in a smile. 

 Like the day we watched 

 the sun go down 

 into a boiling

 pot of darkness

 and you whispered

 in my ear

 how God made us

 in his likeness.

-IRM