From leaves of grass, to dappled canopy. A natural breath lush as a hummingbird’s sheen. The sweet tang of starfruit on sticky, tinged tongues, dripping from mint-freshened mouths. I’ll be here in the sky when rain falls, skipping through ivy entwined in celadon tiles. From seaglass found tumbled on lakebed shores, I flow as kelp through current. Evergreen elegies and endocrine endogeny, laurels resting in victory, listlessly. The kelly green glimmer of a bottle at sea– washed up ashore, for only my eyes to see.