I had a
conversation...

We casually walked
on the shores...

You learned writing on sand
at a very young age...

Do you remember?
When we were young we both...

The moon had just settled in the sky
when you performed a contemporary...

She chose
her weather...

Leap
Entirely over...

He’s back;
the shadow that lives...

Butterflies sway around wreaths and figures
of ladies settling in a background...

The hushed winter dissipates,
and the migrated songbirds...

They always asked
who you are...

You always told me the
earth had veins...