each tree is
a sound soft-spoke
to unwheeled sky
perhaps
or passing
cloud ― i would set
mind as
these trees: closeset &
filigree
like something once hubbed
& radial staked
out : taken root & grown past
its paring
having absorbed what heat
comes in to build a year-by-
year body
encompassing body: mind so
still in its s-
hell as to
be
detectable
barely till my
tomb stone
deep in upward shadow
leaps upon
me like a child around my neck
Mario Petrucci from i tulips
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
each tree is
a sound soft-spoke
to unwheeled sky
perhaps
or passing
cloud ― i would set
mind as
these trees: closeset &
filigree
like something once hubbed
& radial staked
out : taken root & grown past
its paring
having absorbed what heat
comes in to build a year-by-
year body
encompassing body: mind so
still in its s-
hell as to
be
detectable
barely till my
tomb stone
deep in upward shadow
leaps upon
me like a child around my neck
Mario Petrucci from i tulips
