would you love with me
the unloved things:
critters, undergrowths,
burls, crevices
where dark things hide?

would you smile with me
at those who’ve never seen a smile,
and shine your grace at those
who’ve never felt the light of day?

run with me into the rain
fall with me into the mud?

crouch with me to feed the poor,
blanket the cold, heal the sick?

and when
we both grow
stiff and old

will you amble with me
and crease your eyes in joy
at the imperfections you
and i
are blessed with?