From the very talented Jay Mora-Shihadeh:
i’ve walked for days this wayward path
loving every minute we are apart
as if the final testament of our depart
will belie the torch carried
in friction and salt.
bones dried ready for mort
buried treasures, your hidden heart
gold ungirthed despite the fault
from knot to knot
to breathe, to relieve into the winds,
settling the dust,
the dirt amends.