Outstretched—and long
as it knows how
to get, one knotty tree
branch
has snagged a furious black
trash bag.
On the ground and in
headphones, I
can just
see the whole
little system rippling—perceiving
in the raging
no maxims
at all—but great
texture!—these two dumb things
doing their furious
dense damnedest!
with absolutely no net-
result hanging
in the balance—now that's
what I'd—
call
a
harmonic structure.