enter
into
winter mouth..
the doubt
that freezes
the south shore
of before
when you were sure
i was yours
and as you enter,
in ter upt,
and put
your foot on my dream,
and clean me out of the scene-
uncrowning me queen
of your heart.
as you depart...
take your art back!
the track of these tears
will not rust for years
take your art back
and sell it
big ears!