a gravel voice
dirty hands
fall and winter
in his hair
fire eyes looking
for a curious glance
as he points up
signaling the end,
suggesting everyone
line up
under stars and sun
as arrows target
the weights
and measures
unlocking the door
within you
a gravel voice
dirty hands
fall and winter
in his hair
fire eyes looking
for a curious glance
as he points up
signaling the end,
suggesting everyone
line up
under stars and sun
as arrows target
the weights
and measures
unlocking the door
within you
