Added on by Steven Casale.

Flushed tomato—
greenest in late afternoon.
Her hands:

wide aliens,
birdless wings and covered
in sun adornments.
River maps that are

Bends over the multiple grasses
like a pirate in a garden
framed by rosemary bushes.

Waterfall you are water
falling, hybrid mother made
from a gentle green (a peridot).

Unless I am here, unless I
become child finger,
dog thing,
then I am carrying yellow hair,
following you
wherever you take me.

I will love you most efficiently.

My, my only,
sit down with me.

Ask me where the airplanes up above are going.