I think I am developing a writer’s crush on Allie at Dances With Tricksters
I drink down rose petals and breathe starlight
fold my wishes into a thousand snowfall cranes
send fragile poems on origami to your harbor
I have written you a thousand hyacinth letters
I have drawn you in flames of tiger lily orange
I think I must have summoned you with silver, oh
who did I pay to ferry you to my lonely door?
If I hesitate, know it is because I am a statue
and every time I move, I crack to let you in.