The legions of snakes fell closer to the ground
on this day

The trees lay down like resting lovers
splintered and cracked

After winter we can lie on our backs
and make foamy pictures of the clouds


                       Dry desert, Two trees


I hatched an escape plan


I'm all alone here in a
                                      snowcrunch desolate thunderstorm springflower violet beacon,
                                      shining with waves of eternity luminous, speaking ancient languages


Shallow graves, these flower beds
are not a final resting place

They sing greenlipped tunes of tulips


I found my soul in the dirt surrounding
my house

And it raised me up to God's blue skin and whispered
secrets in my ear, clicking, heart ticking


                                   Stop searching, child,
                                   find the mountain song in your heart

The breeze started on the surface of your skin
               and only exists as long as your blood flows
                              through river tributary human streams of consciousness

Through birchbark hollow sounds

Shaking ground around me


Follow me down to the inner earth spirit-fancy riverbank

                                                      ­             Where all things flow into sensory