Three words can cross you
if they echo in the sky
and leave an offering
on your doorstep
They shake daisies at you
in the spaces of the glass
like a bounce of pollen
in dense spring
or they leave you shattered in mid-flight
Do not leave me Poetry
even if I am a fragile port of astonishment
or weep immensities
or is a single flash
that holds
a flag fluttering
birds inside
a plea perhaps
a redemption
speaking in advance
because I am no longer held back
my own arms
