Linda Stevenson #35 September 4

Conviviality

How we prefer skin as owned,

as the edge of a separateness,

private blooms;

but, skin is bridge,

soft merge,

disappears at a glance from an easy will.

How we idolize our differences...

sectarian souls,

worshipping at specious little shrines.

Still, in spite of us,

convivial gardens flourish,

space dissolves.