A
Boy
Named
River

Show yourself

I’m walking down rabbit lane

through the pathways

and the rain

Pale blue

A chorus of oohs

Fishbone clouds

tickling the moon

and lighting my shoes


Cinnamon candy

sweet fumes

In a dream

crushing leaves

and misting the air

with my chuffs of steam

I’m speeding down the lane like a dancer


Show yourself


I adjust

the flaps in my head

the scarfs inside my belly

I adjust

Return to my home

just to proove I could

Assume my poses

and grow old


Show yourself