on the outside, spring birds arrive to quench their thirst.
robin, pinyon jay and magpie.
on the inside, dinner odors wafting;
roast beef, small potatoes in olive oil and spices.
fresh asparagus boiled al dente.
the other inside; seeking newer, deeper levels of acceptance.
who’s making who suffer?
i read poems that rip open my heart and fill me with bright white…