in love again, this means autumn.
hee-ho-hee-ho-hee-ho
sound rocking as a cherries in a wooden box.
my language guides me.
I've caught seven foxes
and placed them on the river bank
each night I give him one hee-ho-hee-ho-hee-ho
counting down the days till we are one
and clothe his heart in fur hee-ho-hee-ho-hee-ho
"they've asked me - are you a buddhist monk? and I answered - sometimes"