you're in the wind and I'm in the ground you're the moon and I'm the howl

something made me think of you just something small a photo I saw I wish I could send it but I'm not brave enough anymore I remember too well the silence words can be weapons but so can the lack of them

you were made of stone and I, of the softest skin I tried to hold you but it was cold, and hard my tears a rain you would not feel

I lie here waiting for the boomerang for my love to come back

bombs bursting bombs booming bombs dropping bombs in the sky why

An open flower is vulnerable, but a closed bud is desolate.

my bones feel a summer storm coming my skeleton an inadequate shelter for my heart

back porch sound of rain every drop a question

Cottonwood snowfall in May I feel cold in the sunshine they've all gone away floating on the wind where I can't follow

every day a new horror on the newsfeed it surprises me when walking, that the rain still smells the same

you couldn't say you loved me but you used to take my hand in yours before we went to sleep, and softly kiss it

April magnolia buds but my bones are cold

it's the small things that undo me an older couple holding hands while walking

I saw a robin in the Walgreens parking lot in the small strip of grass between concrete and rushing cars I long for a quiet forest

I have loved many men but never like this my softness still curling against the impenetrable wall of your chest

winter is over the calendar says but even the sun cannot thaw this cold wasteland

wind blows as cold as the barren fields between us I hope you can feel the sunlight on your back as you run

high winds dust from barren fields gray sky I keep walking never finding you

I saw a sign on a box car I follow your tracks they lead into the forest I am a doe, gently leading

deep in the earth in the cold and dark the seed forgets what she will become

late winter snow floats and melts my dog and I walk there is still softness in this world

I dreamed of him we were at a baseball game a ball hit me square in the chest that is exactly how it feels

silence is a sword he wields it well I bleed

the still hard ground couldn't hold all of yesterday's rain deep puddles everywhere but my eyes have dried after the weeping

a winter thunderstorm awakens I remember he's gone rain pours down

terrible news everywhere i learn of a girl named Sakura loveliness blossoms tiny hope