Lean Into It
You knew no such thing as fear
In your horse-drawn, stable life
Until the pandemic
Then, the quinoa plants germinated in three days
Sprouts longing toward the window glare
Evolving, ridiculing all doubt
In a park on a hill in a crisis
Stands a man, stark
Aroused by color and chill
You are he, governing the dusk
Considering the color of friendship
The scent of who you were with for twenty-four
years
Smile anyway. Disregard the blinking thoughts
Like cop cars at a call
Watch the orange sun decline on the cityscape
A yellow seagull flying overhead
The color of caution signs
Gaze a little more at the sun
Look out from cliffs
Where Chumash boys once stood still
After throwing stones into the surf
I texted my dead friend today
I miss you, Jim, I said
He texted back, I miss you too
Keep in mind yellow sea birds
The orange sun, or how tendrils of quinoa
Lean into it
Lean into it
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