in the green field, snow
and in the ashes
A perfect bleating for lambs of water.

reflect: not to quick
to judge or award with ink  
what could a little paw stamp
the back alley, who
born me.

my first memory, learning my way, inland Frosted
the deep has its chords, shackles to glow...
molding to Remember.

broken song
   the crowds-up;
     just smile… and listen, for the quick steps up.