(no subject)
She turns upon the stone of desperate times
Changing lives
The leaves turn red in fall
To exasperate her pride
She can't fall upon the steps this way;
Sometimes she needs her lines
The rope's stretched out
Come part of the giving
I see you wondering at me
The air is abundant and rejoiced
Keep still and let me
Hold the air right behind you.
Just when you think I'm
Starting to leave
I've only
just begun.