1. I want to tell the worldthere is a bird in every part of your body.
2. young children standingwith arms open to the world.an endless summer tiptoesfrom their aconite-like feet.
3. Ghosts scale brute topographyuntil the end of a day. Call them cartographers.
Ghost Tracks
4. I stitched the name of my loveas Paris, the anatomy of bone-sepalinto untainted skin. A window in theroom opened into a pastel-bluesculpture of a woman who lookedlike she was still in love after she hadbeen in love, after the sun burnedanew, an orb of xanthous filament.
5. Remember the names of yourancestors in memory. Walk as if every tree you pass throughin the mountain is a reliquary of their being, a safekeepingfor life.
6. The mountains harness light.
