Birds burble new melodies. Traffic flows differently.
Past clouds shaped like a T-Rex and a car wreck, now a candelabra and a castle.
Kisses aren’t kissed the same way. Old ones tasted of relentless rains; today’s are love-covered honey in its first burning.
Bullets, now breezes. Yesterday’s serial killer, now a savior. Republics of rust rediscovered by amazement.
The dead are still dead, but our thoughts for them grow fonder—
the flowers on their graves, fresher.