COLANDER FRAGMENT 2

Be who you are. Not straight like a ruler or lined like the shopping list.
Neither full nor empty, like a gas tank, cup, dishwasher, bucket or bag.
(Or like me, stuck in a parenthesis at the end of a sentence)
Think entrance and let most drain away in a glitter of rain
not followed by a comma, or the prudent STOP of a period,
not square like the sign at the corner of the street, the rag
or the counter of a run-on sentence like the palm trees, sweeping
the sky clean of dust with its canopy light filters through edges of leaves
mirrors our faithful need to leap from one branch to a new one.
In the end, not a comma or a period. I wish for a semi-colon; to start all
over again.

PUBLISHED IN KESTRAL, WINTER, 2024-2025