in the shade
of a chestnut tree
in a garden with
camellias
and orchids
i listen to
schubert's
trio op.100
when
two birds land
in a near tree
and start to
loudly sing

i rush to turn
down
schubert's
masterpiece

nothing we've ever made
or will ever make
will be of compare
to what nature
has made its

unnamed
unlabeled
unspoken
untouched
uninfluenced
and
unatta­inable
to us
while creatures
of meaning