cold opens the heart
waking to snow
saw a doe's turds in dirt
she eats the frozen rapeseed
I walk through furrows and stones
pull gold
and blood red chert
dirt
from earth
worth
wealth
animal mineral eye
in the sun
rooms
photos
old
an old
an old man asks
what will come to all of us
in the sun
a small boy
shouts
GOAL
lift him
above the white
of
of
of
rooms