Plein air, plein air
B r e a t h e
But I crave the city
the sound it runs
among the trees
a nameless thing
Awakens
the green, such green
G A Z E
I drink the shadow
lying between
the sun it falls
below its line
The birds they cry
placate them
the time, the time
B L I N K
But I mourn the dash
the mind it stops.
see how dead the wooded can be
infinitely
small
moment.