The Desired Change Will Occur
       

I release a magenta tetragonal lattice kite
into the storm: soon only the black string remains.

In the snow, cattle kneel, rafters mewl.
No color, no playground. There are times it seems we

only know each other by a thread—
but we love that thread.

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