The visible succulent Red ears repeat the redness of my history. Legs smoke as they spin. A hickory cane stands in for all the trees I’ve cut on. My dream, but your house. The wild ones are shunning the willows which is fine with me because I enjoy the wispy-shaded solitude there. Like David, when I tire of giant shadows I tend to sling things. The beginning trembles were so lovely but we stepped into the north shed anyway. That was around the time you began doing those song-bird translations in your sleep. Why not tell me what they did to you, those people persons? I see your eyes darting under your eyelids. What does ‘naked to the waist’ mean? Up or down? You should never say “should” when you’re on a retreat. (Sometimes the visible world dims a bit.) Sometimes the visible world dims a bit. Sometimes it doesn’t include even a tenth of our solar system. I blame the gardener who is obviously colluding with the forest ranger. Verbatim interpretaion: I like your likenes...