in the dirt the sun shines
delicately highlighting all
the elements found
in my skin
the wind wipes down
what is left of sweat
after the logs have
been chopped down
in my skin i feel
your lips at night
as i too feel the wires
of my debts
the lonely wolf is in our garden
love where did you go
the thunder resurrects what’s
left of me without you
my turn has come to till
the sunny dust