A calf is born slick. Behind the
a coyote stands, greedy eyes glass
dry coat without shine, fox tails
In a field so dry, it is blown awa
Brown golden grasses, burned from

If I could have
wrapped you
in the arms of god
I would have
to protect you

You speak like music and talk with
You move my lips and I close my s
Air melds our breath in wind. Ju
tempered skin there is a girl I ne
thought I was. I breathe you in

Rumbles that shake the floor have
that shocks expectant pupils washe
night sky white. Knowing it is com
make arrival normal. Every jolt t
the sky a shade of silhouette. Rea