Sky seems round every time she cries
Trees knit fingers and thumbs over the road
Providing complete cover from sky fruit
Straight road longer than sight

Girl in her keeps looking over shoulder
Woman tells her this only wastes time
Look how flat sky curves when you cry
Glance back for another on the road

Her bare feet pick up splinters she ignores
For now but must fish out with a needle later
This sky cradles the night and gestates the day
This road measures her years end to end

A woman ruled by a fifteen-year-old girl
A road wrapped by trees following sky