he chose the gardener, the myrrh
bearer, mother with child. it
was a lovely day, yesterday,           i heard
they were to go to the chapel,                  in
exhibition there.                             i am glad
i did them, that i swept over hills, watching
trees turn. topped gold now,       slate slants
in lowering light and wetness.

later i saw that you had taken photographs.

i was at the private viewing. sbm.