ASK WHAT SALT TEARS ARE



cranes go
   where is wild
    what did it say abt yr hair
 i color i am a shape of these days
      in nebraska all over
     prague tornado or
           stormy florida & swamp
          & big blue muddy eyes
 don;t work for me
     just blinders just goldy touch me
      a volvo a machine to die
  hinder migration
  fatten up before winter
    to keep quick of starvation
      cave growl
    waterbird walker too
   is a far fly away
down in canyon desert lost
  a few days in spring
   a leap i am so hoppy
 for you
to walk in
  a few of my skins
  the bravest
 or most naked
skimming the sandhills
 sleep in the back of your car
   i am a map of roads
  axl grease my throat to fuel
 a going
  a slower speed than falling
  but still wind
 enough for winging