Summers

I told you that I had changed.That isn’t true.I didn’t lie. I was just wrong. I still want the same thingsI have wantedsince I was small. I still want you to sit next to mein a verdant field beneath azure skieson a warm summer day. I still want the fear to stop.I still want power.I

Maitri

God is every young child smiling and waving shouting “Hi! Hello!” to strangers on the street.