It’s been more than two years now;

The tree falling does make a sound

I never thought this would do it, but

Clear is a diamond

When I was small

You don’t remember how your tears

As we poled ashore you said the wind

The ice cream man hardly notices

It’s a silly name,

Cold is blue, lonely and sad.

Oh, that I could find a book

Breaking eggs to scramble,

There was a tree of truth up which I used to shinny,

Tai held his dead rabbit

Green seizes spring like prey,

Mother gets dizzy these days