JUST BEFORE BED above the heart a sentence beats friends influence the ending on every tree a frog sings nightward over an ocean of ages tiny voice to tiny voice above the heart my breath takes out its map of lines that wander willfully green patches invade white silences glue of borders loses its grip in the little space left to me above the heart I am certain of the mistakes I want to make I can wander and live wandering if it is so that life loves to wander