The reasons for my respect
are reflected in my feet of cedar!
the real honeysuckle that is original and humble!
Scratch me and let my substance respond!
Everything rotten with noble voices, the salt of the light
and piles of aromatic bread outside day
cousin of the depths of my tail - your divulging!
Stills your careful regard as though it were clay
from her finger and her eye enrich?
Branches of the earth
to the fleeting color of the gold honeysuckle
toward the momentum.