give me room to speak
the air is heavy and warm
sound is not carried far
but I mostly want to keep it close anyway

bursting
energy, thoughts

my hands want to take words from my mouth
shape them into something beautiful
let fly lines and shades
tones of quiet eccentric elegance
giant winged daydream speaking
cantos read in harmony
absurd abundance
even with closed eyes
the arc of tree limbs welcomes a story
smiles overtake the streambed, curving

this is me happy
it itches
it aches and is mine