For Judy

sitting propped up     against a tooth
in a forest of deciduous rainstorms
i hold your moon in my hands
	like an archaeopteryx
	like a model of the town of ur
	like a blue mushroom’s urgent dreams of sunrise
sweat drops     from leaves
footprints erase themselves around me
a lake     far away
takes its place among the clouds
	and your moon glows like a heart
	and i try to find songs for it
	and the tooth is so smooth
	the ground below it so warm
	that it sighs in the moonlight

from Yew Nork (2014)