The east-chasing breeze
Brings night to my bare skin
Red shifts to blue,
It brings daughters back home again
There is no need to leave
When breeze asks you to go
Stay and see what changes
Your skin a hand grabbing snow
The hue of chipped paint benches
becomes a canvas of black
Little nudges of mushroom couples
Start to still and scuttle back
You might be hungry
But you will eat air like vines
Who spread their webs
To catch a taste of the line
Go, the breeze tells me
I wait there instead
Wondering where night breeze
Stops to leave its cold head
