Say “the world” but not canker
Never rags, nor blood—
In the library
You’ll be safe.
You meant blue planet
Coleridge
Reveries…
I know.
I’m no better.
I still want some gods
Inside the wind.
Once I went all the way to Karstula,
My grandmother’s town
In Finland,
Walked into empty woods
Saw two sets of initials
Carved on a fallen birch.
