Do you hear the trees that talk in whispers
see the leaves that fall as spears
can you feel the mountains breathe?

I am ice in flowing rivers on a journey to the sea

Spring came early
and
fooled me

drip
drip
fall off the ledge and off on this trip of a lifetime

my life's fine
I'm just melting.

Swearing to God doesn't help me
the sea rises up before me
and I
disappear.

Next year
I'll be ready.