the body is a lonely mountain
mosses and fences kiss my skin,
curious deer nudge at my nose,
brown hare huddle up my feet —
my amiable friends at spring

chirping birds & summer cicadas
sing my sorrow
evening haze & morning dew
collect my tears, sliding them
past the valley of the throat, to the pit
of the stomach, forming
a crystal-clear blue lake glittering with diamond dust

run run run
fallen red leaves surging with the rapid,
spiriting to the sea, disappeared
into the white, cold mass

echoes come back from the dead forest
palms open, decaying
the body is a lonely mountain