NEW YEAR
that tree
in the garden
was full of bees
feared their stings
more than anything
house full of honey
got so stuck
in honey throughout my life
for some reason
am not good as viscous, do not
do viscous
hope one day though
that will change
though,
to be frank
running out of days
.
last night I returned from
a place of much that is unconditional
snatched at the curtain
as night fell
caught a shooting star
seemed like a moment of
divine needle work
last stitch to connect, maybe
whole new thread
so close
to new year
poems 2 die for 