By Carlos Rodriguez
Don’t fight the morning little butterfly of my heart
This is what you were made for- light spluttering given and received in between the calm tide of sail boats coming back home on spring evenings that I can’t really remember
Rigotta of my heart come into the space where you alone can be nourished by mother
For the good of us all- nourish yourself with timeless simplicity that goes beyond the complex webby things of today
Nourish yourself in desert flowers yet undiscovered yet unseen in the light of the wildflowers
Nourish yourself in their yellow and other colors – we await your nourishment and its fiat for our days of muddy webiness.