everything is salt
the salt of the sea
the salt in the blood
you and me

everything is salt
the salt of the sea
the salt in the blood
you and me
I try not to imagine the uses for my voice./
Instead I wonder when I say blue/
which version the listener imagines:/
cerulean slate sky soft baby.
Hear the warbling neighbors and grinning/
children, nervous and amiable, a clashing/
band of flames dancing at the threshold.