come to the yard
each morning to jazz the dead
& carry the star
bread off to the river –
trees all vein glow –
bark speaking low – I want
to live in the roots – me
the blue leaves – me
the teal seeds – twenty doves
meet on the line –
sing: have a free
soul while body’s locked
behind. jack of diamonds
lying soaked. gotta beat
this game thru
praying to the trees