mispell mispeke,

human-ity

is error

a world gone a-rye

and desper-rot,

drowning

in AI slop

told

you wannot

be kneaded

—–

Yet, here am I

In spring flowers,

The crabapple tree pinked

Flush with a bursting blush

A brush of spirit

Circling the air

Breathing the air,

Experiencing hope–

In this place earth,

Where we both dreamed,

And were dreamt of.