March 31, 2012

You light a candle so I set a forest fire

And burn the woods I wander

You do so I outdo and undo

 

And it seems every woman has something to prove

To some man whose mind is made up

About her

 

My hair curls in on damp days like this

And the more delicate trees rattle with the wind

That’s rushing

Briskly through us and past us