It clung to me like a little one,
mixed and twining with clothe threads.
The body weaved, at times vanished between folds,
Then, if contortions permitted, marked apparent by sunlight.
I plucked it free, letting it glide like a fall leaf floor bound.
Traveling away from a traveler, I pondered on its passing.
Our poignancy broke as I turned nearer to the sun.
Under arms and across the chest
More vestiges of her appeared.
I picked for them,
Their auburn bodies fading to blonde at round ends.
One by one the disembarked.
Like vapours, that past night drifted in.

Break, bend and depart
From lofty boughs of lignin towers
And ease yourself towards the earth.
The icy draft, that same draft that nips and cuts at noses and cheeks,
Makes you its plaything,
Bestowing caresses,
Shaping the descent.
Had you eyes where would they wonder?
Towards the ground, cemented in cold callous destination?
Or perhaps, in contrast, eyes ever skyward
In homage to the dreamlike boundless azure