Radiance

We view values
in different ways.
One carries, one silent.
Thread frays, one mends.
Respect births out like
subterranean roots
of rainbows
in a deep dark array
of what is
felt, not seen.

...Does its tongue flop from the throat
of a wide-open sneaker,
wheezing so hard it turns red?

Is it uninhibited, contagious,
rerouting the air,
making new shapes of space—

then catching again
on the next breath,
spilling forward,
wild and round
as ever.

Yes! Did this one sell? Maybe a new layout, colors, concepts.