in the reeds

Pining below the blades

lily leapt to me

wind breathes, heron horn

bending right to truth

Treasure, and trick the map

as words, in scene

Fire night forever

surrounded scripts of leaves

Oh, midst moon in junction, flee

my mother married martyrdom 

I'm begging patience in the reeds

and might the magic end

mastered memory

folding for a future 

in denser creeks and trees