they told us to go to Bella Fiore on the hill -
When we reached the chateau they had no power but
the air was full of electricity -
ecstatic air and deep illuvial abyssal clouds.
We turned south under a merciful June rain,
a late daisy in the handle
the rain falls like angels from Heaven
descending to carry our homesick & lonesome souls -
to delight & in us -
to stretch out across this chasm for an evening moment
to match our grasping and to caress -
The Most High Power distilled into droplets & lavender.
The watered unfold, and bloom.
You are infinite in planning, forethought, & wisdom.