Mozart symphony
a plume of red smoke flows from me
my soul coaxed out
Return to yoga
the next morning
muscles once mute, speak
Old oak tree
I see you again
remembering days
of green flesh
how we played under the surface
of your rough bark

My Tiny Career
Mozart symphony
a plume of red smoke flows from me
my soul coaxed out
Return to yoga
the next morning
muscles once mute, speak
Old oak tree
I see you again
remembering days
of green flesh
how we played under the surface
of your rough bark