Without
even trying
she spills the sky
all over
the floor of my home.
Watching
fat oak swell into
nothing,
dripping splintered
gust is
just a pet away.
Sitting
In the corner in a quiver
Until you go.
And if I may
Can I ask you to
burn it again?
I haven't learned a thing
That's not about you.
And if I forget it -
read this in a
Bad mood.