Red breaks through green,
birthing two tulips.
Stop o'ertakes go.
Relationships bloom & pause.
Fast-forwarded to gone, it takes
two clicks to do things differently.
Chocolate-dipped cones collapse within
when the ice cream has melted away.
The tide filters past,
settling sand 1/8 of an inch out
from under any certainty
my footprints have known.
Celebrate—change is from the cradle.
Growth is a tender opening.
