and their systemic permutations,
like around a sun—growing roots!
every derived word like a moon;
circles the wayside of its celestial destiny
in phases. through and through
while I am here, on my own two feet,
weaving through sidewalks and asphalt,
ready to sing my own golden hue,
hurrying the cherry blossoms: bloom,
undulate in the passing breeze,
and color my sights your surest pink.