It is easy you see,
easy to get into me�
easy as it is for August to get into the sun.

Pincushion woman�tell me,
what secrets do you keep?
You who lies behind the rose of your tongue.

Hurricanes blow clouds, clouds, clouds off
the shore to my great off-mountain town,

my sit-down town,
my have-a-drink town. Leadful clouds
that drag the bottom of the sky down with them.

I haven�t felt this dark since I was lost in the woods
and a spider crawled into my braid.

Pinch my every wish.
Watch the daffodils festoon.
It is easy you see, easy to get into me.



� 2004 by Jenni Russell