Heart and Grit
My brain hops out for a romp in the field of dreams …
She sits in Circle with the different ones, allowing their voices to disassemble her world.
A fighting chance is empty of struggle and reveals providence within the ordinary.
You hunger to linger here, to clasp this miracle …
Hey lies, you lies, all alibis!
You got it and you know it, ain’t no surprise
Your reach moves beyond sense — into sensibility.