blossoms burst (2020)
text by myself
for three equal voices

poem composed December 2017, edited May 2020
music composed May 21-26, 2020

a year in flames, floods –

how thankful is the flower to flourish in a far field
having already borne char, weathered weather
he may even bear fruit

must blossoms burst from oblivion?
if only the past were not also the pasture,
and time a distance, not atmosphere

one night, seeking shelter from the rain,
I wished I was the storm
I wake to a blaze burning in my name