still human.

for year after year, our pattern

is still driving with a flat

tire, somewhere south of

the metro, courage as diluted

as our clarity of the truth, and perhaps

for a moment, the clouds snap

into focus, backdrop shining sapphire,

sun spraying hope, and

with momentary breath, beauty
clings to the hood of the car, shining

a honey colored pool, though we

did not train our mind to

capture the tribute

© 7.17.2018 heather brager