better 2016

I planted all the gardens
I sent off all the hand-typed letters
To the empty shells on high
How I want to make things better

I try to make things better
I try to make things mine
I write a lot of letters
To pass the time

I pulled three hundred rocks
From the land to build my house
I walk quiet through the forest
Like a tiny quiet forest mouse

© laura veirs / chimney sweeping man 2013