words that come and go
sweeping leaves, raindrops touching
face already wet
no one will notice / willows
whispering spells frogs bluebells
words that come and go
green moss on forgotten stones
cracked, peeled bit by bit
with fingers that reached too far
broken and crushed, still writing
words that come and go
startled sparrows fleeting / crows
waiting for the bones
to brittle, turn into one
with stones, green lush surprising
words that come and go
won’t return when called or begged
she sings them, Mother Earth
