finger
lake
stream
trickle
drop
vapor
clouds
(I stir clouds
with my finger)
walking on air
the happiest spider
I have ever seen
I slip under the blanket
to sing the day
asleep
but we sit up
all night talking
I trace the yellowed creases
I folded
into a crane
around this useless
love letter
if you try to stop a stream
you make a lake
and a stream
all out my of thoughts order
when I was burning down
you were
the unexpected rain
water
pours from the eaves
the roses play
like children
under a sprinkler
the rain returns
the scents
the sun had stolen
late night rain
I awaken to the memory
of the smell of trees