Songs from a Mountain

From "Matson":

So what patent reason is there to doubt
the color of a person's hair, there is sun
and timpani. Rubber wood bone silk
hemp or ivory I will cut my own in June
but in May endured the next yesterday
I've already now forgotten what all the
men I'll ever know smelled like. Maybe
devotion on the beach in the middle of
the week which is dumbed down with
planets imagining song.