Run Your Wrists Under Cold Water

I always want to bring you something...

quote the sun,
as it speaks in remedies,
just for me and you,
and our little window world.

maybe
move mountains.
kill hills.
get sick.
get better.

I am never worried.
now
that is a little lie.
like years.
like wood.
and ducks.
honestly, 
I live in a tiny kingdom at the bottom of the trees.

it began to rain
the moment we took shelter.
I feel flowers.
thank you for the fire.
I can see your hands dancing in the air.

...so I bring you this.