Not All Warmth Consoles

by SZ Shao

to tread tenderly
and still feel
the whole earth
creak

and crave wilderness
but leave tracks
binding the terrain

to fear the summer,
the sweetness
of fruit in decay

and yet to see
mushrooms
flourish madly
in spite of you

to let every grief
make a garden of you
and to bloom
and bloom
and bloom