Somewhere In Massachusetts

little white forest flower at the grasses edge
running on the eaves the frost is creeping
you can feel it in your knees

I have never been so still
I'm a wolf watching stalking its kill
I will play the game
the wilderness untamed
feels no pleasure feels no pain

I wash my clothes in the sink
I twist my shirt and wring the water free
I look into the tea before I drink
I twist a lemon and wring the bitterness free

the bees are sleeping so they won't miss
a drop of honey a little sweetness

little white forest flower no one else will see
I have to come to rest in a vacant nest
in the skeleton trees