HEAT.
rising with the sun
then
PRESSING
hard
against my heart. i STEP
hesitant
on the newly mown
grass, the FOLDING and BENDING
of each FRAGILE strand
crisp then
cool
between my toes
too long stuffed in winter
shoes, each step
FREEDOM,
the bright red of the trumpet
vine SCREAMING
with the release of
TRUTH.
every stamen stretching,
reaching
for
HOPE.
