All your talk of mountains and lakes,
though you’re yet to walk through these
ribbons in my hands, this garland
of sunflowers and rocking chairs slip
knotted to the antlers of my spine.
They are all here for your untying. 
Release every ship, these sail boats
of rainbow fish and summer dress,
these great ocean liners of taffy and
trumpet.  My mouth is a birdhouse full
of chimneys, every song and color keeps
flying out.  The river bed between
my shoulder blades is so soft and so
quiet, this is the home you can build
your evenings in.  I am all that
amusement park, all this wild.