I can
contemplate the trees
the long leaves hanging down
and the wind
ruffling like an ancient lady
her blue taffeta gown
I can contemplate the trees
clouds folding all the forest
in an intricate snow
Then I will go in peace
pass in branches till the birds come up
singing in the blossoms
and the fruit to come
to come
LOOKOUT
It's
time for the animals and the air
all around pans are knocking in the kitchens
doors pass and glass
splintering like snow
wondering like girls
Up here the deer and the doves
mountains like stones in deep locomotion
over and up and all around
and a small black bird
nearly white
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