Half a world away, you pace.
The country I grew up waiting to leave
is your salvation.
I am hot sweats and deep shivers
that this place
will not be ready for you.
We have already learned that
the only safe space
is deep in evergreen.
In soft mist,
our dragon wings pulled from our shoulders
and flared like we were alive.
On a shaded balcony,
you read me your poem,
and the sun rose.
PLUTO BLOOMING 