what would it sound like
to walk out on the sound
gulls chase
gulls for a bit
that sound
breathing
needles
so I hope for green
through the still black
door to see color to
burst into bloom into
color burst and burst
what thoughts I would have liked
putting them on a shelf or
but what would it sound like
opening my mouth the way
the white heron hides its neck
am I too late
do I keep
taking notes on sheets of ice
this breath or the next or that
night bird over a lawn without
color some itch on some list
Tell me, if I walk the bridge
and nothing escapes do I
still plant a seed in secret?
and the streak of color sometimes seen as the day draws in unfolds perhaps a human sense of something just beyond the tongue, which, deep in the gray folds
half autumn color. Come take my hand in the ghost land and
magically repairs vinyl and the color of asters
noses almost touching the paper as they color frozen rain
other animals 