Silver, the water
I wear, I stream down
the mountain, past the steeple,
past the place where they bow,
they bow, oh how they bow,
like heavy blue flowers,
cornflowers, color of the silk,
in my hair, in love with nothing
but the movement, what falls behind,
is the tremble, your hands,
the branches I catch in,
when we were young,
we folded paper sail boats
and raced […]

is force-light,
barefoot,
slow motion,
camera,
over mood,
so blue,
with oceania,
with constellation
mouth,
with strike
and stroke
of lightning,
is feather foot,
falling from trees,
is beneath it sitting,
in shade, and knee deep
in yellow, they are flowers,
hands are triumphs
of birds, and lift,
oh the lifting, lift me so,
this quiet, it is clocks and sleep,
with dreams who wake from dreams
at night, i see, us all, pearl-bellied,
flocked and […]