unbreak
my heart rent
by plunder
our dying planet,
the rise of tyranny
again stacked on top
typical travails—
accidents
illness, loss
it’s a load
unfurling fig leaves
fields of sunny sorrel
peeping baby birds
the clean, white page
solace
the close-by small
Oooo... this so works! The turn with those peeping baby birds... and oh, that wondrous last line: "the close-by small"
YES!!
There’s always something better to believe in