gather flowers
to burn your whitish
corpse—

(flashes of
you, the sand, warmer
waters: floating in the
blue

we sailed on cream
and aster—

where bluejays
toss
air into air;

where frogs
curdle
mud into milk;

where blackberry
roots
skyline into horizon—

(we sailed)

Railway cuttings
Cut through my mind
The emptiness
Of what’s left behind.

A flower garden of wildness
Between broken sleepers
Who now find comfort
In railway suburbs.

Love Mary x

i think trains roll
like tires, at night.

their rubber arms can
hold—

can let go.

Later,
when your eyes
start turning green
and the dawning sun
lays dead upon them
You will ask about my dream
And I will tell you

Later,
When words don't suffice
to fill the voided skies
Between worlds built
On separate minds
And then I'll try

Later,
When the rivers run too
High
And you no longer listen