You shouldn’t feel likenthe end sweeps in circlesnlike wolves around bodies you are…nnMy lighthouse through thisndim-lit apartment of thingsnthat rattle like cars.nnSo cheers to this morningnthat smells like last eveningnwhen we bloomed like tulips nin the soil.nnMisty eyes steer clear tonightncause it’s been so long since I’venseen the sun.