I see you, hidden.
I hear you, silent.

There—your face.
Your hollowed eyes.
See me see you.
See your heart.
Kind eyes.

Summer bloom
cracks doors of
chill.

I know.
I feel the wind sigh out,
smell the cold,
see the death inside.

Tattered blanket
***** and breaks and flies away.
And out you climb,
out to early day.