Give me  autumn's billowing wind Ruffling falling leaves to wet canvas  I am blue butterfly trifling the wheat fields Up north...

is fa din g  above willow tre e sky is cha meleon clou d grass is  white- frosted dus t as you turn,  gleam ing half-spo on crescent ...

So my  feet  grew  roots  deep & mighty  ropes to anchor a ship  And my belly heard earthquakes & animal cries before fe...

I'd like to buy  the  world  a poem  for all 365  days, I will not keep it  company  but will  let it  tumble, rip, ...

                                               I  wake  up,     fetal   position  in  bed                                          ...

                                                               Yellow-frayed memory                                                 ...