Listening to words out of touch
cross lily pads, one to the next
my rules, a tiny picture frame
debt of honor, repay the gift.
Headlights illuminate the path
listening to words out of touch
stay out of my own way, reclaim
imagination in the dark.
Circle through the tiles of story
dreams on doilies, nothing is lost
listening to words out of touch
fluorescent green upon the page.
Subtle changes to shape my truth
hold ectoplasm together
grief as homeless love blurs vision
listening to words out of touch.