Kalanchoe

Kalanchoe

   bunches of tiny 
      white dreams:
flowers, bundled
like tiny bouquets,

      they come
from far away,
across a world.

(we never saw
them disembark
      the plane.)


they say the
dream business will
not be the same.

we cannot fly,
the virus 
clipped our wings.

      sunny 
destinations
   live only in
our dreams.

nothing is certain,
      everything 
   has changed.

   our world was
such a wonder,
but now that's
      rearranged.