A vine drapes the fence
in its cool enthusiasm,
stemmed cascade.
My skin
has collapsed in flounces,
in anticipation.
•
Look how I change the subject
without changing,
I appear to say —
which seems like nothing
but is practice
for the bigger change
to come.
•
My mind is just
like the stance
and disposition of these trees —
dense, sparse, conical,
lopsided, frilly
(as was the mind
of the tenant before me
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