i have never embalmed a living thing like snow.
i have hardly ever known a thing
for what it was....
however -
open my
eyes.

i dropped a spoon in a wishing well, for lack of a stone.
i've had tea and trumpets, with Gabriel.... rouge wine in goblets of discrete fire. and if memory serves....
i came upon a mirror and stole a song from it.
as i recall, i tossed a yellow pumpkin
into the heart of the midnight sun.

without lessons.

but not
without
some...

hesitation