Crumbs of Correction

Desert skirt sweeping

humbleness

from the corners

of my mouth

as if

someone

somewhere

were offering a correction.

Enlightened by etiquette,

let's not speak of

flowers

(that metaphor is overused)

let's instead

look at

atoms,

one-celled organisms

and mold

as our metaphors

for love and growth.

But if you hold me

close enough

I am certain

I can hear

the rhythm of the universe,

keeping time

within your chest.