in that tidy masterpiece
of a war
the woods were full
and only smoke rose.
and all that fell
fed the witness tree
who shrugged and
went back to sleep
and dreamed
of an invite for thee
High Summer (2)
in that tidy masterpiece
of a war
the woods were full
and only smoke rose.
and all that fell
fed the witness tree
who shrugged and
went back to sleep
and dreamed
of an invite for thee
Sunshine and Wind 