mossy green grow quiet, simple, playful
          with purpose
entonces, I shall go there
to drape my skirt over that rock
          onto the ground
my braids (p) and idle           my arms
my lips so glad to smile, not the trapezoid
    where my teeth see you
    the smile of moss and slow weather
    ladybugs on my bathroom window pane

ahora I feel the moss grow.
it chatters           tells the rocks and earth
simple reasons
it thinks outloud           tells
doll stories,         little quiet parties
it breathes           little noises make a presence

y I remember you
you are in the water
          the green con(tigo) grey
(simple blades cut my calico)
brightening and lingering as a taste
          on my limpid face and effortless limbs