i wrote about laughing

and have been aching away

in my red chair since

what can i do

with this one aching heart

pour it out.

i want to build a sail to explore the horizon

plant it in the ground

like seeds

for flowers

send it across the sea

in a glass bottle

tie it to moth wings and let it scatter

just pour it out

into the dust.

i was made for wild

for the wind

He knows.

just pour it out