From the Attic in Bloomington, MN

"And when the roots are watered,
I'll f ly my human soul
into the finest blooming tree
and live in it till summer lasts.
And with winter,
I'll find the narrowest cave
and hibernate like bears.
And if the seasons change,
I'll disguise into winds.
Oh, the things I'll do
to escape this life and still live,
to still live in traded tragedies."