the scene
is made. un-
made : with waiting
light, geometries
walls &
doorways
open in
the morning
of things : like
slow errands, trees
reach from there
to hear, leaf
the silence
in groups :
their patient phloem-
walled fore-
stallings : a library
too slow to see :
how much this scene
has been
rung down
through itself : a forest
of listening
lyre mimicry,
a bower’s canopy
marks out a clearing,
a vein, a vein
leafing blue
in the sunlight : these
timings are
their own walls :
they are just enough
to stand
against, as
houses, as tables, as
paused events : now
their trees
have stopped :
