a sudden mysterious
breeze'll go
wheezing through blue bristles
of spruce branches,
and in a snap
and in a snap
you think how—those trees
back in Eden
must have sounded
exactly like these—explicit,
equally
equally
misunderstood,
underutilized,
never listened-to,
and so on.
Only, in Adam
and Eve's defense, you figure—
they had a good excuse.
they had a good excuse.
Since that mighty
wind rending those bleak,
original branches
likely didn't
scare out such perfect
English as these do—
English as these do—
probably more like
some of that ugly Church
Latin, or something.
some of that ugly Church
Latin, or something.