what you sing

reminds me of crows billowing, in the middle of the day when I can see their wings

of snow and christmastime, falling bright orange or blue, covering shadows

watching it all from up high

mumbling something deep and once I thought you were a wizard

bear in the big forest and craggy franconia rock, the top of it

                 of the first few seconds before you cry, breathless choke

 numb          blush

red sweaters quiet sleeves, dawn on the shoulder of the night, 

night holding morning,

cleaning the sand off the river rock, shines in the daytime 

millions of years of dirt under nails, lavender glistening in spicy sugar

and it felt like memories of my mother

so softly smiling in kodak alaska

                                    singing in the hills