starwards

a flower rising starwards
through swirling dust and
rubble and
fresh bitumen

behold the loosening of tongues
as relief spreads through the crowds
not (!) like a virus

this the last of the detours
we want to believe
and maybe we are right

walls collapsed
into ruins
and rubble;
we pick up the rubble
and begin to rebuild

maybe we’ll leave some ruins
with flowers growing through
to remember this season
rising starwards