soft horns ooze up the straw
and the roof of the world is far away

waterfalls, pink champagne
newborn gourds and the feet of children
beat a trembling path

tiny pebbles from a shingled roof
pray the shell shields the salt all away
from the coils of your body

wild strawberries can't find the mouth
of the king of the snails as he climbs

and the front door of the human house
who cast the garden down is the mouth
of a vast guitar