If the summer of love is with us
Why am I disappointed
Is my disappointment
That you were disappointed with the journey
Instead to reach out
To banish the miasma
If the season of vacation is with us
Why do we feed into the struggle
Is my abject poverty
That you were gifted my poverty along the way
Instead to find growth
To implore the connections
If the light of the homeland is with us
Why do we punish the pretenders
Is my black rose only flowered
That your flowers might bloom beside the path
Instead to find being
To identify the poetics of love
