We were prickling

pine     we were humming

horn     we were sand

smudged     by sea

we were weed     wrapped

and swallowed     antler crowned

hum of rubythroat    before we were


White       is not a color is        the absence


a result of our eyes        the reflection

    a scatter

                of everything 


Here is where we lost         our moon

songs         our fox        tale  rooted dance     

how to say     sandthorn     sallowthorn     sea buckthorn




Where to find orange flecked 

fruit        how to snake

arm through thorns        clutch

avoid the colorless          bury

fingers in flesh      the ripest squish

outstretched        juiced

See how my hands       remember

the weight of this            kind of gold