capital letters

capital letters drawn on bricks of no-power now empty words seen through bright-spring-eyes wondering

simple triangles

simple triangles drawn in lines of conversation encircled by time and passion and children

a kind of imbalance

when it came to her, many options were open to me: none of which involved not caring on my part

why it is

we plot and scheme for victory, not realizing why it is the heat always wins or the cold