We were taught to pray
word by word
careful and polite.
But eventually the words
will fail
fall silent
and what is left
the shape
of a cherry blossom
in snow
fireworks in sunlight
on cold crystalized
drifts
purring
and the warm weight
in your lap
the burning No
at injustice,
harm, and hate
the sweet warmth
of the first drops
of spring rain
