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For Soul and Self


softness of sheets caressing, they envelop                movement into the form given

                 I make a mane of auburn with the                     

 tender

              flesh of bountiful fruits         and the offerings of steed and stump         

 

                          BARE am I.                   to look at,      to enjoy.                            

             Breath in the gray       cool and static

         It is a skill, and a pleasure to     be     in this beginning

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