open
empty
fire fan
the notes
let them rise
from the dark
play
between them
let them
play you
open
empty
fire fan
the notes
let them rise
from the dark
play
between them
let them
play you
I dream wings
against a cage
in or out I
know not
I hear
its call
to fly
to fall
to die
awake
enter the dark
work down
quiet
break
open
this
I am
circle of summer
drift of fall
in of winter
out of spring
without the hurt
of hurry
breeze
on a swing
waves
of tall grass
a train
through the night
Be sure as
a rising stem
swift as
a bud to rose
certain
as the wind
to go there
to wander it’s pathlessness
beyond these words
on this page
is to let
my next breath
take
me