your owl, cicada & birch

all come shoreside

want for evening MOON

investigating that cold drop of WINE

envy for our GOLDEN TRICKLE

drunken flower of the SUN WEED harvest

SHE flies, sees, blossomed, SINGS at night

TOO satisfy hot love thunder’s WRATH

have cried, will cry, about YOU before. ALWAYS.

I am sHe

me we

i

Be

my pride

my people

my man

G.