Friday, January 3, 2020


is hardly an author 

the way a maker 

of forests is— 


a black squirrel, spitting acorns, 

a brown finch,

shedding seeds. 


Then again, in a nutshell:

it's a relative cinch, 


to grow something complex 

as an oak tree 


from a blueprint 

or sketch— 


but it's hell 

collapsing it back 

to the acorn again.