Banyan leaves reach for light
in my body. I won’t let them
have my eyes, ears.
Something won’t let me
just say this life is wonderful.
The banyan leaves left the night
after a train ride through Wyoming.
I could wish things
into being—his hips—I could
ride a train through that valley.
Something won’t let me sing
this life is the only thing.
Something! Have my eyes, ears!
Banyan leaves through Wyoming, reach, reach!