Dam building

Some have built dams to hold back and grow
Usefully the indefatigable flow, but,
Frankly, I don't have one-
And so I pray for softer rain
Until my bones and stones are set.

To Leave

Candy-green leaves coming into their own,
Verdant shades opening in the light,
Chancing these times sought and slandered,
Remind me always of friends as we are, reaching up
And out, still joined and drinking the same sweet sap.
The whole world flows in their veins as they
Lilt and grow together.