Wheels

For years in one fragile spring tine

Making clear the the fonts of my heart

"Love me"

In summer, exhausted instead

Singing songs of home to the deaf

"Love me"

In fall making murals in passing

Laying down in the arms of the dead

"Love me"

Now the winds have revealed all the tree bones

Cleared the sky of the sounding of bells

Perhaps winter will bring a new wisdom

A silence the halls of my head

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