Thirty-One

this warm, stickyheart
feeling is the
cauldron (where tears are made
being heated by something
in the outer
dimension)
radiating against
ribs lungs throat

mountains green sun ridges:
two dimensional
paperthin.
these sights people and lives
(twigs to keep the fire alive to
keep the cauldron heated)
twirl like streamers
to clear embers
dancing