A collapse of tall trees
upon the innocent breeze
Of sullen faces, betrayed
by trial cases
--
Watch the women dive from treetops
Their men will probably fail in catching them

I am still while an arresting stare
Passes through my lover’s eye

She has seen the land fall with disgrace
And now waits for her transfer
From the mouths of celestial taste
Into the arms of boundless space

© Matthew Goff