mike lives in spokane washington and is a pastor at a spirit community called branches

Polka dots

There's a plant whose leaves are polka dot.

So many uniform disruptions to the green.

Each dot is a grayish blue

Making the green less prideful in its depth.

I know people

Myself included at times

Who could use a polka dot or two.

Not flaws

But balance

To recognize the beauty in the things we'd at first

Wish weren't tied to our identity.


The bayou

The background