one day
they might come
you know
i can say
thank you
without regret
and i can wave
with a smile
that caught the attention
of that smile politic
fresh from spring air

old times
you
me
there
today

all i gathered in open arms from the deepest purple
in gratitude for the breath in my pink scarred lung
was mistaken by people
for gratitude of their presence
when i was just happy
and alive
not necessarily fooled
by the liar
by the murderer
by the sow
by the cradle of chains