this place knows my toes
but thinks them
smaller

the wind lingers here
sings inside my raincoat
and slips
like a kiss
into yesterday’s
wet fog
of
summers green near the flow of water
and strawberries picked
to happy the belly
stain lips sun-soft
and fingers with a smile
a squint
a wink
a blue dream of clouds
and swimming up from the bottom
to crest at the crest
and wave down with feet
at tattooed stones
in the clear

my bones know this place
but remember it
much bigger