cosmic/elemental sonnet
Hope, as it happens
I have nothing new
hanging family clothing
from old shoulders &
inhereted hips. I know
only things the parent planers before me know.
Old sewn stories growing in
, sound soil below
bellowing green seedling
, borrowing blind light donation
& great rain sensation:
an outer stellar cloud alert.
bursting outward all proportion
pulsing pulp propulsion.