Indebted
It was touching to see
To make the sky look smaller
Our shoes full of puddles
The strange secrets of color
In a charmed circle
Two hours pretending to be ghosts
Seeking and being sought
Crows in the park
The last one home's a cocoon
Somebody's still sleeping
in my bed
Now I am humming
I love to hold on to something
Sew it to myself
The holes in my fingers
These patterns dress me