prayer of the honeysuckle
i found a single bloom left to wither on an ocean boulder.
the petals have the same-veined structure as a butterfly wing,
the center spray of yellow a micro-solar system suspended, so much like me.
i drop the galaxy into the foam and say goodbye, just for the catalyst:
may the ghost of good luck go across borders.
may no one suddenly pass in their sleep.
may I not be woken in the dark by blue, terrible light.
may I never hear a sob that I cannot absorb into my shoulder,
not even if I shook the gate and begged to enter.