Remember when we laughedin waves that started with our toesand scrambled higher to our belliesand still rose to suffuse breath and…
I am watching for the daymy eyes are lighter than my heart,when my feet usurp my brainand toss away its wild refrainof scrambling hiccups…
The birds have no business herebeneath the roar of chainsawsand mowers scraping blades into the earth.
Something tilted in the lilting wayyou spoke my nameand suddenly the wake of agessprung itself from deep beneath my soul
A small thingbarely contained