White Lepiota

We are walking together,

the alder and the oak.

Carrying

a desert of lapwings

under our coats.

Back to the beginning,

back to the seabirds and foam.

The bull slides across the pitch ocean floor 

All the names are gone

White lepiota grows

our mossy hearts - the grind of planets -

songs of tallow and bone.

One foot in the water

- two far travelers -

Setting fires along the road.

- Marianne Dages, 2013