oh, they come in the troves of a’thousands yes, the gulls overhead come in troves watching the water as they appear, and take every saltwater fish from the sea this is the season of music a'plenty but plenties tend to appear and recede...
tales from a bench by the fire in a home so lichened, recently it sprouted a tree on the roof this home was constructed a thou-sand years, before any knowledge of myself was conceived.
so take every fish from every sea and take every stock of red beeberries here i will rest and refill my glass as the tree on the roof will observe life and death, these seasons of cold will come and then pass.
-riley minteer “tree on the roof” (from “forces at bay”) Monday, November 18, 2019