Kentia palms catch a breeze
  And sway gently in their rows;
This verdant sanctuary
  Comforts me like the psalms.

I amble slowly between them -
  My head tapped by the fronds.
I feel the warmth of the sun;
  The fresh air fills my lungs.

A kintsugi pot rests on pebbles -
  Beautiful but defiant.
Gold sealed up the fissures -
  Reminding me of who I am.

For yet another moment -
  I joined him and endured
A brief conversation
  And hints of a subtle nature.

I sometimes meet his eyes
  Contemplatively -
Where love often lies -
  But don't know what it means.

He effortlessly -
  More than ever - exerts
A strong pull upon me
  And my evasive heart.

God speed His favor;
  Protect me from deceit
So I can know for sure
  That he's authentic.

Venus rages brightly tonight
  But the night is thick with shame.
It doesn't cool my round thoughts
  Nor hold my soul to the flame.

Some things just can't be said;
  Neither can they be helped.
These things should be weathered -
  And through it all - be felt.

Pieces of me - I try to collect
  Before they can fall away
And I guard them - resolute
  That something of those remain.

A nice prescription of sleep
  I took when the day proved awry
And found myself when I blinked
  In a dreamscape of its own kind.

I could hardly believe it
  But I saw a meadow without end;
I stopped my crying to think
  Of where the tiller went.

I saw in hues that'd never been;
  The sky emoted rest.
That place - known only to me -
  Brought me there at behest

And of time? What did it mean
  To the birds above the field?
To the excitable bee
  Nourished by a fallen tear?

Color my small world -
  Oh, fair Yeshua -
With a streak of globe mallow
  Inside a rocky draw

And the morning calm
  Of bergamot and lupine -
So I can stop time
  And set my gaze upon them -

And a swath of poppies
  Glowing in the sun
And a glint in the breeze
  As if to show Your love.

I'll go and walk about
  The garden variety -
Knowing that this niche
  Is where I want to be.

Where the children go to play
  Is where the summer grass endures
And sunbeams - like a cascade -
  Pour down upon their bronze shoulders.

This - the children have learned well:
  Butterflies don't really flutter -
Instead - they dance a sky waltz
  To the cicadas' fond clamor.

Every breeze is a giant's sigh
  That brushes their roseate jowls;
Every cloud - some foam in the sky
  Behind which angels may be found.

Gravity between us
  Is forever pulling;
Where the one lover goes -
  The other tags along

For since the day we met -
  The universe implied
That my heart and your heart
  Were set to collide.

Whatever happens -
  The orbit dictates
We go and our hands
  Are locked for always.

If we are flung abroad -
  We will be a twain
Of rogue planets brought
  Together again.

Come, graceful brittlebush
  And creamy globe mallow blooms.
The winds of spring call you
  Again from the sandy tombs.

Come, you dashing lupine
  And join the wingnuts on the hills.
Go and place your annual stake
  With them near the trails.

There is room, woolly daisies
  And Engelmann's cacti, on the plain.
Come dressed in your best trimmings.
  You are favored by the sun.

I will swing by and count you
  Among my treasured finds.
Fill my life with flowers
  So I know that I'm alive.

Summation notation of achievements
wrought absolute zero
pridefulness to self -
a veritable highstrong yoyo
(lame at walking the dog)
a solitudinarian devoid of xoxo
methinks (writer of these words)
Hebrew a legacy of woe
courtesy self apathy
expanding across his mein kampf
on a broader scale
analogous to predicted fallout from Project 2025,
where resultant mayhem
will trigger widespread societal upheaval
upending progressive socialism
videre licet flick of the wrist veto
where democracy writhes vis a vis death throw

I want so badly to live
Here on earth today
And it is the hottest day
Of the Summer today
It is 48
I can't take the heat
The heat
Is killing all of us
It is very bad for the people
Who have asthma
And heart problem
I am thinking about
Going on for a swim
On lake Ontario
That will cool me off
Also I am not crazy about swimming
I prefer to go for walks
On the boardwalk
First thing in the morning
Because there is nobody around
Also we haven't had any rain for a long
Time
Every day I hope it will rain
But it never does