I’m leaving this light for another light
I’m communicating with the tree-tops
blowing wild in the wind
they hear me speak
they know the way I think.
I’m seeing boys in a lane
sharing a bicycle
they push and ride and tilt
they turn into emblems of birds
on t-shirts, and in chalk,
they use stones for jewels
they hold stones and see life.
I pass by them, echoes of my …