the gesture

They told me to form it at the beginning of my mouth

I couldn't bend my lips in the shape of a heart.

they talked about a wooden shed on the side of a trail. 

That book, chasing redbird, a good one to remember.

I'm staring at you in the mist holding a basket.

Are you able to help the bird that has fallen?

Or have you too, become fallen astray to my love?

What wasn't enough

or were you not yet prepared for a the most grandeur

I will never understand.

Nor will i forget.

-art