i'm living in a state of grace
(with my loves upon my face)
walking backward in March today
(in this wind so brave it's chaste)
when i see how to care past circumstance
(is best)
and behind what was in front of me
the rules of engagement like grit scatter--
giving you some, then some more,
a bit of the worm, with its slow bore
til the dirt pops up, fuzzing everything
and i head to the beach on my bike