The other one dreaming
flutter, come and whisper
two green girls all deep and meaning

unseen mountains always moving.
If you are her
the other one is dreaming

of white petal pink, flowers seeming
to deep kiss your mouth. Ask them to linger.
Two green girls all deep and meaning

yellow fish flash in the river streaming.
Moss cleaves to stones,  and what do you, what do you
if one was dreaming

of brown wood, blue meadow? See
red deer rut in the open air.
Hear two green girls all deep and meaning

the rain is heavy, wet and clean.
Can you be thicket, be arbor, be bower
to the other one’s dreaming?
Two green girls all deep and meaning.

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My friend Chris Green has twin daughters. Mountains always moving comes from reading on Buddhism. And the first line of the last stanza is syllabically, and in other ways, the same as the first line of the last stanza of "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening." These are all things I half knew while writing the poem. The rest is me trying to meet the form and fogging up the glass.