Branches Bare - Hood

Remove that need

The orchids thrive

In the dark

I found the night awake

We found dried leaves

Pressed inside the book

Like a stark vision of time

I wish you were still alive

And will the memories be lost

When we lose you

When they clear the house

You lived so many years

No matter how far you are away

I see you in the distance

The distance

We spit in the pond to give the fish something to pray to

Sometimes the sunset doesn’t want to be photographed

We are no tigers in the picked-bone grasslands

How a deer knows a dork in a thrift store hat

(And that is that)