Watch me wave
my red fan—
see how
my arms dance
like a young
tree
in a warm
gust.
Sense me
just
outside,
bent low.
Listen
for the snap
a bone—
bleat
a lamb.
I’m comin’
home.
Watch me wave
my red fan—
see how
my arms dance
like a young
tree
in a warm
gust.
Sense me
just
outside,
bent low.
Listen
for the snap
a bone—
bleat
a lamb.
I’m comin’
home.