I Floated beyond voice
beyond vision
where moss cloaked roots
retreat into bog. I burrowed
...
Not every poem is a first
love lost, a walk
in the wood, or war,
the folly of man, death,
...
Colored
Yellow
the sun is
yellow
the sky and sea
are blue
distant mountains
purple
before the snow
white
the sun, the sky, the sea
mountains all
white
beneath your breasts
white
blank pages
white
cut bone
white
before the flow
red