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Within Reach Of

 

1—

 

the countryside eats
my eyes     having
arranged the four fields
I barter with the crows
roadside sumacs
make red     an apple tree
covered in snow
my hand writes with                  
an ink pen in a paper
book    crows fly crosswise

 

2—

 

the countryside halves
thought   the scenes
separated in the mullion
unite when viewed
together   I’ve explored
the parallel universes
here there is less
information   you get
a sense of aspen & of birch

 

3—

 

the countryside eats
words   the wind blows
in front of a row of pines
this parting gift   I stay
in the basement   eat bananas
looking at the snow

 

 

About the Time of the Last Eclipse

  

How much statuary can you pack
into a cardiogram?  Rat-birds &
tractors slovenly 
                  in the raked fields.
                  To be born with a rabbit

in your mouth. To be born at all,
ear against
the pavement or stuck
                  against a tree. That is, 
                  I apologized

immensely for no real reason
then came home & climbed trees.
Up in the trees
                  I could see only
                  more trees.

I hoped to impress
the neighbors
but no one was watching.
                  To be proud.
                  That’s not asking

for much. Sideways
I tend to disappear from view.