1.
Your river My river
Your bone My bone
2.
In the long afternoons of my youth I wandered from hill to hill searching for flowers.
3.
I am here to say that through the snows of February your body was my only warmth.
4.
I will not hide among meanings anymore. I will speak of colors. Your blood on the snow. My father’s dark fur.
5.
Sometimes, as the day ends, I think of you and wag my tail.