a hand
to hold
fingers, neatly nestled
grasping
solid touch
warm syrup
honey spilling
mouths overflowing
with sugar
wounds
salt inflicted
poked a bit
now healing
coaxed to fit
blind of sight
deaf of sound
sticky sweet leaves
falling to the ground
delighted you'll run
hollow inside
the man in the moon
laughing, the lies
whispered truths
behind phases of light
narrow windows
buckets of light
no rhyme to follow
or reason to bend
time its worst enemy
also best friend
run through the trees
follow the footfalls
but watch for the thistles
and momentary recalls
names won't be remembered
and the earth will change
but the forest longest living
will remember her frame