collection day for
F r a g m e n t s
of human dignity
religion
science
philosophy
the arts
it Is in
the way silence beats
held at
baton
ghosting through the air
the swift shift of astute hands
and it roars
a hard kick, spicy margarita
cut jalapeños
lengthwise, surgeon deseeded
fingers touched to eyes, smearing
hot coals, tears flow
Melting
my face a p a r t
Let’s make it renaissance
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 