






Out of the sea, and into the sky,
calm clammy nightshade, amber and rye.
Skipped by the sickle, caught by the shell.
Drowned in survival and buried in swells.
Landed in forests of leaves and red feathers,
corral bells, kisses, thimbles and tethers.
Kiss me goodnight by the half eaten moon.
In-betweens, folds and seams, days come too soon.