THE WIND ON MY PALM

be happy?
the person you once were?
I will see you
in the stars pinned on velvet
the wind playing cloud- tag
soft sunshine on green
a snatch of a song
a stranger’s smile
the perfection of a shell
a steady wick in the temple
and in the words you didn't say
Go! Amend. Renew.
It never was about tallying accounts
And one out of two is not bad.