spreading

poised on a wooden canoe,
red paint fading
empty
sad, glances
spreading
words spreading
sheets
blank black blanketed beds
crying for warmth
dusty spider webs
spread in the corner
water, calm
kind to the strangers below
you discover yourself before the wind
unwinding thoughts
spread
the first foreign—buzzing echoes
the second strange—wings of bees burning brightly, slightly cold
the third-a ray of sunlight: pure
honey
breath spreading
I saw you with your graybeard spreading
your cheeks in ruin
sticky
still, sweet
you spread
your arms
waiting