Katamari
Allintoone
The sound of
Crows
Thrashing their caws
Into the somnambulant clouds
Is to
Me
A sound of endurance
A sound of long roads
Distances to travel
Children swing ‘round
In playfire circles
Singing under the falling
Feathers
‘twixt the autumn leaves
The colours of which
Are to me
The colours of time
The colours of absences
Friends who have gone
There is a taste
Succulent and spinecracking
The first fall apple
Redripe and stemsweet
It is
To me
The taste of childhood
The taste of health
A heart swollen with love
The sound of
A crow’s caw
The colours of
Wintersleep leaves
The taste of
White appleflesh
Is to me
The touch of
The universe