the bay moving to the right with trees

now that i'm young
i've come to believe
in the islands and the trees
and the breaking sound of knees,

and recently that love
isn't always
such a tease
though that might be
what it seems.

now that i'm young,
and the sky is full of glee,
the tickling sound of wind
feels like my outward seams.

now that i'm younger
and my luck feels almost done,
i believe in seams, and the seems,
and the islands and the trees,
and how the bay feels like my knees.