
paper snowflakes, little lost things in plush
don’t find a bared foot
i painted over red and black
no more competition
goodbye to things that don’t belong to me.
split open sky
pink gold, hold your breath
ghosts of mist pull themselves
from the heron lake.
white blonde hair with eyes full of sleep,
sitting on the orange corduroy chair,
waiting for the sunrise.
gum tangles dance.
i will not cry, this time.
we are quiet in the shade, my heart will break.
storm riders
sweet green grass
daddy racing the lightning,
red mower flying in front of him.
all gone so fast –
split.
the curving highway hugs
us, sunlight blinding
slicing through tentative clouds.
magic,
a wall of birds,
brake, slow . . . slow
slow motion
around us, a thousand wings (more?)
a thousand songs, catch
your breath, i am quiet
beaming
under my breath.