i walk dirt paths along bird nests,
finding alone that northern winds teach
one thing:

i’ve forgotten how to speak.

except when i speak to you.

i’ve forgotten how to buy gum
i’ve forgotten how to spit
i’ve forgotten how to put
one foot behind the other

empty blue skies invite
me
everyday.
to sing to the clarity:

you are busy applying
bark to decaying trees.
you are lost counting
threes in empty streets.

i am breathing when the sun rises. &
i am breathing when the sun rises. &
i am breathing when the sun rises.