waking dreams

you cut
my hair outside
in crow rapture
leaves behind
us come rattling
in women’s voices
big hawk gliding over

creaks on the stairs
green talking
river thought
pine cone fruits
bouncing from tops of trees
want to touch
the wet bank stones
wind washing
sweet smoke coming
up from the woods

on the shore black dog
and old woman
silver spider rode
on my boat with me
i am not afraid
of i just say
please don’t spook me

mountain ash
you thought was rose tree
running clouds
cover me
lavender ground
in adoration of wind
speaking back to it with praises
my waters are pulled back
to the moon

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