Landscape


I have been asking myself whether natural forms—a tree,
a cloud, a river, a stone, a flower—can be looked at and perceived as messages.
—John Berger

Shadows are being recalled
by their bodies

there are crows
leaving the trees; allow them

their cronks to distinguish
themselves from dusk

moving as sea-patterns
over the sleeping men

they know that we’re heartless:
immensities and vastnesses

made to become wind
moving through a house.



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