he works in his cave all day
the sound of your steps send
echo waves 
up around through the halls
he's hiding 
I still hear your recalls reciting 

the breath of your poems and screams 

the woodpecker knocks on your window 
with a curious smile
we both tip toe 
you'll ask, "what brings you here?"
"so far from home?"
I was stuck on a wire 
in the east snow 

and enwrapped in your poems and schemes 

as you mend up your pants 
with tall grass strings 
 your two calloused hands 
please embrace me
comfortably submerged in 
quilts of mild waters 
comfortably arranged in 
my own minds forest maze 

so comfortable and safe in 
my grandmother's clothes 
her voice in blistered fragments 
I will not let go

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