Your smell lingers over my entire body

Musky bread

Baked and oiled

Sun-warmed acorn

Pulverized

The tannins washed clear in my tide

Leaving bitters saturate my being

You’re milled for me

Am I milled for you?

As if my name resides in between

the tree                           the stone

the river                         the hearth

You fall

Branched asleep wrapped around me

Ting, ting, ting

One by one they fall to the ground

Teeth chattering

Ting, ting, ting

A car signaling as a passing lane arrives

Winding north