they follow me
as i walk up the dunes
the trees hide them in their roots,
to spring up their stems,
and we cry to sunlight


i thought a while about the fish
in the sea,they move in
zig zad,circles.
why do we walk in a file?
if only we could wipe those litters:
arrows that shatter the heart.

i paint a picture in my sobber mind:
cobs after lion,boys after man,
(the fields still far far more ahead)
and i pinpoint a finish:
in the wide gullet of mother earth.