it only took two gray winters to break her heart.
then it quickly became clear that sunshine was medicine
and the windows the fastest way to inject it into eager veins
what i see looking out now: the usual.
cars, trees so lush i stopped noticing the green, peeling rooftops
hollywood sign: the perfect backdrop to shouting neighbors
but it could be forest or wasteland; what matters now is what comes in
ah!- to live in a glass house regardless of stones
waking up each day to warm and undeniable possibility
standing right in the very center and feeling it stream in
from every direction imaginable, letting it.