…calm, breathing raindrops through my eyes. what settles will be a deeper silt of forgiveness. i am a dictionary and words sometimes matter and can paired with actions in a quilt woven by tears. no mantles will define me but i will place myself between metallic dirges sung by the harpies of my older age. the years between us can fall away and dissipate like dewdrops and i have no regrets. i feel the grass under my feet as the sun sets and speak only in tongues that i have known but have been renewed by heat lightning.