Passively Stumped

We be living freely

Hold tight flimsy passport

Blurred lines to snake

So pivot home and make your blessings in counted thread

Pigtails for those French braids midnight spells

Take silently this note

Forever we lost the sense of ominous 

To be victorious

Dancing units

Can’t you see?

We be.

Embrace stranger hugs

Six feet distances washed and sanitized

For certainty

Watch close when together

Once again

We be

Please baby.

We be.

In heaven’s name we play

For this Spring and new day

Chirps and beaver dams like clay

We find another way