The younger daughter is above. Set the calendar in order and make the seasons clear. The bone I leave isn't left. The silence was longitudinal, the way water has no color but reflects. The way a nameless radiance is touched simultaneously with all parts of the body, invisibly.
Fire is the quickest of animals.
I woke early to worry. Not to say that I wish I had stopped to gather some of the fallen branches of the cherry. And yet to trim a tree in flower is a violation of the laws of beauty. If you respond within a newfound bark. The notion of descent from trees has been almost lost sight of.