It is a very beautiful thing To want to grow older You know it’s coming close But you would rather choose To lay in a golden sheet

The stitches on my handwoven mask Began to unravel slightly It has been 3 years Of distance Of suffering

The days the sun blast Throw the field in the summer Bring from it an armor It’s soft and Billowy through and through

The love of the autumn day Pierces through any opportunity For us to stay warm I thought you would never stay But here you are

Sleeping, weeping drops Of rain leak through The leaves on the tree Outside my window Sloshing of wet

Clouds in the sky part And I’m underneath Watching the sun appear And For a split second

Wavering back And forth The sea rocks My boat And I’m never

I went outside On to the freshly moved grass In my era Of Buddha I hoped for enlightenment

Stretching Far along the Thin white line in Minnesota The curves take you Back and forth