As I grow old,
the wind wanders...

When you knitted me
and thought of the son you loved...

Here seeds grow
in rotten lands, to plant and sow...

Between her snoozes and sneezes,
she’d knit me through her coughs and wheezes...

Just like the moon and sun
that paint over one another...

Today, the wind came
to peal my petals back again...

When I fold my mouth closed
like eyes (with all its secrets...

Under a shadow
and the rooster’s crow...

We used to stroll new and bright
under the summer sun; the things...

all I have left
in place...

Sometimes, snowflakes fall
like memories...

The sounds
and lights that...