Writer of Destiny

and tetrad petals are words—
written on my branches,
poetry i write on rainy days
    each burst of amber blossom,
    a sad metaphor—
flowers break when i hear
“you used to be so talented”

set fire to the 
redwoods of my mind
let copper ribbons 
taper into nothingness,
bury the forest’s 
bones into earth-sunken, 
sacred ground—
they say tears are
catharsis,

i remember dancing with you in old playgrounds

    your love is like water
soft rain    dapples my face until it shatters; it
forms puddles in concrete—