An Almanac of Forget Me Knots
Everyday Bellingham rain
evolves into a dark onslaught,
bats down lilies of the valley,
smashes the koi pond like bullets.
She finds twenty dollars.
Graffiti advice: love.
Running now, high heels wobble on rutted
alley pavement. She pauses, slips off shoes.
Leaning against a dumpster,
she finds a sparkling bracelet.
Numb, she turns to the stars and new moon.
Foreign languages buzz around her.
She runs the pain of others
to the bay
where Carla gives her kindness.
They hold hands
and stand on a billboard.