Standing tall and warm,
You can be so hard and hold so fast
And I’m still trying to break away from the mistakes I’ve had to taste,
They linger on my tongue
I overflow
I pour into the grass like a garden hose
Sometimes you set your metal bucket just before the flowers
Like you worry my rivers will drown us
You just appeared as an ocean to me
I waste my ink
Writing on the wooden gate you’ve built on the beach