New Poem - Honeysuckle

Hey.

Here's a new (for non-Patreon folk) poem.  It's been over a year, and I'm still laying down daily creative murmurs for pennies on the dollar!  Become a Patron today, and get early access!

HONEYSUCKLE


A concrete
Wall,
Unfettered,
Attracts no butterflies.
Yields no dewy, musk-melon scent.
The eye
Interrupts its focus, already bored
With the grainy, flat expanse.


But
Add some
Climbers,
Perfumed tourists
Not merely occupying
A space,
But wedding that fixture
To nature, to the synthesis
Of dual-fed time.


A permission
To surrender
Can be beautiful,
Can till color
And shy, minute majesty.


It is
My fondest wish
To live
En-gathered
With loving fragments.