the river flows. don't be afraid.
a shy woman, earth,
all morning beneath your foot
has shone.
and what is this beating in my chest?
- a flower left in a milkbottle.
O take it out to the sun.
Cob webs and dust through sun beams.
Cobwebs and dust.
O take it out to the sun, the heart;
O poor flower left in a milkbottle.