I squat against a high wall
hands in my head
slide to twelve

I'm there, I'm not there
Smoke, journey, resting place
full moon

Buzzing, six, sixteen
times I come in
water reflections

Rattling wallpaper
Thumb after thumb I put
a stamp upon the days

Winds blow past
everything is blue
yes, everything

sharp blue
and pink in the world
of the children