Husks

Where are the
I remember and I am
where are you
snow falls and winter
continues do you
remember the twenty-seven
ways to write you
are a star point
and I am an arm
draped over the ocean
of snowflakes
the cold of a touch
that exceeds the onion
slowly unfolded until
I am and you are
autumn in spring
a harvested field
a lonely mendicant
longing for a lost home.