The way lilacs
bloom after frost
the way light
shines in the darkness
the way the sun
never sets
the way the heart
withstands fire
then shakes
the ashes down
like ashes
from my uncle’s pipe
like ashes from the hearth,
swept clean
The way lilacs
bloom after frost
the way light
shines in the darkness
the way the sun
never sets
the way the heart
withstands fire
then shakes
the ashes down
like ashes
from my uncle’s pipe
like ashes from the hearth,
swept clean