How to desire that crackle trees half
empty of leaves crackle? A mind that
will run their minimalist instincts
through an environment only to
build nests in the whole of the sky. So
ghostly I recall some talk about
their presence, like names for mammals,
truncated communication that
listens carefully to the dispersed.
To listen to the wind is to see
a love, the feeling of settling love.
Autumn: some landscape the edges of the skies pulled
toward the earth for leaves to kick up the wind.
Can you sense the moment leaves halt for a fleeting
distraction of silence? Walking listens aloud
for the sound. What all the nameless creatures name. Some
relationship between two species in which one
obtains nutrients from the bodily function
of the other. Or could you possibly hear how
long the walk to chorus-less songs the lingual tics
are as likely as any to empty into.
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