people are consistent

A map point grown in holidays
Affections, yard space, drawings pinned
Inks they choose at intervals
In options for which people mix
For carved out bark where pieces flow
Number prints reflecting months

People are consistent
It takes a bit of time
You open up the sticks and logs against you

With those fenced into upper squares
The same set laid out on the ground
Lanterns hung in bending trails
It could be feet deep in the mud
And spring up in five other forms
Or turn out just some random draw

People are consistent
It takes a bit of time
You open up the sticks and logs against you
People are consistent
You open up the sticks and logs that grow around and on you