I wake earlier, now that the birds have come And sing in the unfailing trees.

a body designed for birds, for moss; for weathering the snow and soaking up cold sunlight. growing roots at home plate for the day.

blocks of marble, blocks of wood. mostly a block of salt.

every day i am also mocking you

just sit in the sun for a while. calm will come. life goes on.

i believe you'd all make more sense if you talked less.

i prefer complex root systems over meadows anyways.

oh, was i supposed to play?

oh, was there some sort of announcement?

to absent friends.

i do look fantastic in those little paper party hats.

what a beautiful day to -