bluetiful

A young tree split

by the force of a storm

What is felt? Something pushed to crack

or sacrifice

snaps through like that

J announces that Hadrian

had so many statues made in

the image of his gay lover, archaeologists thought they were digging up Jesus

How doubtless clouds

hold water’s sentiment

foreshadowers building tension

as backdrop quick-

ly turns to score

I strive for tears

and instead hear thunder

sea digging away at the shore

A lover’s ache

sung eternal

but what is felt

should the aria end?

Such a display of bravura

in great need of

an audience