down she came and found a boat/ beneath a willow left afloat/ and round the prow she wrote

ex

so green with this life,
i rediscover salty playdoh
thank him when he says
that he loves them, at least

there is a stumbling
back towards free-range eggs,
a mumbling togetherness in
her crossbow, our breastplates

(c) celeste flores 2008