almost complete
with the first walk through
it was beauty's grand finale

not aware the type
only how its presence

rallied what was left inside me

          

why try
to understand
mystery has its rules

stumped within one season

not that to a passerby-er for

damage seen needs x-ray vision

and wisdom to decipher

"i know all your last names"
her voice behind me in the car

oh no child, not possible
you've only seen my scars
death at times a camouflage

 that there may be a space

for spring to rise

for blooms to be

Mercy face to face

redemption the foundation

rarely real if understood

but solid beyond measure
what's built here works for good