nameless woman

already madness moves its mouth
to cover half my soul, its breath like
a snowstorm, making my world cold

I hear the cranes call over icy
fields… come, come little ones
take from the palm of my hands
a little honey, a little sun

I wish to be a nameless woman
way out on the hillside, or a cloud
in the arms of a favoring wind

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