Not high-definition surely
for the trees
the elm the birch maple
are just trees
most often and there is nothing
wrong with this
Some birds are doing
I don’t know what
in the grass here
Go right ahead I say
You don’t know my name
I don’t know yours
It is okay to see the world
pixelated and without knowledge
I know already I know
too many things
by what they’re called
and not what they are
Mount Pleasant Mount
Peacock Mount I Can Just
Barely See You
go back to being mountains
The water beneath you
is not just
Lonesome Lake
What day is
today yes today
is Good Friday
and I’d like to find you
something in Spanish
just to say how
wide awake the sky is
and fuzzy red things
are appearing
on the tips of trees
and what will this
lead to You’re
at work now
and I wish you weren’t
and if you weren’t
maybe we could walk
to the water and watch
the tugboats for a while
and on the other shore
the shipyard there
in all its armor and look
there goes the bridge see
it is rising and perhaps
this explains perfectly
what I am feeling
an ocean liner passing
slow as a building through the door
of the harbor out toward
that open space called the heart or
how do you say it el mar
