slick
the
stones
and
smooth
the
lick
of
snow
melt
on
our
naked
skin
and
hot
the
sun
from
ninety-
three
yes
million
miles
across
the
sky
and
look
the
light
the
way
it
bends
to
make
the
blue
bells
chime
so
blue
and
strokes
the
places
we
were
white
such
luck
these
links
to
you.