blossom I find
shotgun shells
hollyhock parasols
wads of juicy fruit
ammo
combat boots
(don't shoot)
I find
the places
I almost took you and I almost let you go
hands up
hands all the way up
I find
peace
in the cracks
in the tarmac
a white butterfly
dandelions
cattails
in the muck
of the train yard
crushed geraniums
baby napes
Your hands grew up long thumbed
I find
you
still slay me
One petal ripped
at a time
Written with Jennifer Savage
By Jennifer Savage and Reka Jellema
September 2014