Castles Turn

Insect love
     and insect tugs
Loving cicada
     Embrace is warm
Floating, flying,
Violence ends
     With others dying
Peace can happen
     Sometimes too
When we come together
     We renew
Castles turn
     Into dressers
Flutes and wands
     Into toothbrushes…
In the morning I draw long deep breaths into my shaky soul,
     Thinking, pondering, loving.
          Reclaiming my being from the faeries of dream land.

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