im slippery
like slippery soap
spurts through my fingers
im sad
a friend like me is crying
she has a fury face and furry pointed ears
im november
in the winter shadow
i see me breathing steam in the chill
but sunnystuff
still can find me
i barely have a shadow when im that full
behive is abuzzing
the bees are one
like an angry man
with a thousand fingers
when he s content at last
he dissolves into the many
to disappear in flowers
and the many colors of summer