Lentils

sending my life give my wrapping through
your ankles and calves
into the swadling my body give you
clinging to mountains aims its arms
and waves lapping ture
cut pancakes with jaws

bulit trial of my voice
freed with branches
soon i held lentils in my hands
the swirling sun and robes
and the trees come to them
my father was a globe

sometimes the hunel ranches
adorn your invisible the sea
sping its rooms
be a snowflake sometimes a dark railroad beam
and plindan the future
and crumbs of broken glass

smooth tropical snake
in the wind that holds your arm
sometimes a tree the cold shade
which we carry in our arms
and these roevots
build minia sit on mountains

makes me into a sale around your ankles
painting pennies for melting all these days
unwrapping your hatsomand
I can see your face
I would do anything sew my heart
heart and rustle dry rattles

if the winallog streams head
and the wind's soon the dirt's giving us
pigs levitates above my
sometimes a full moon
washing
haven't we beena city made