The wind blows the back of my hair
straight up, and in my shadow
I have horns or antlers.
I don't even recognize myself!
Looking up at the gray as the trees make themselves
just outlines- so you can see each
individual branch against the atmosphere as if
under a microscope- with a backlight.
I left flowers at home. I put fresh daisies-
no- dandelions by my own grave
and now I'm here- like I don't even exist
over there anymore.
Like life reincarnate.