when the moderns said
each we are only ‘I’
and then we die —
i wonder
had they ever felt forgiveness?
and then, a dear friend
whom I love
we sat apart in a forest
falling into disrepair
like the forest
and she said
why try
or thus implied
a leaf, a saffron poplar
dropped gently behind her
to join the future poplar
and thereby
forgive us
He moved across the forest They moved across the forest It moved across the forest moved across the forest elephantly. across the forest under the autumn star the azure trees the fruit of rippling way
that beauty shadows on the grass moon; hand; dance come alive, remember you, remembered reborn, we cannot sleep dreams have no answer but deep, close to the heart they say be seen, dream with one anot
The sun someday will be love again. The mountain someday will be sand. The land in the end will begin again, and flowers grow out of its hand. I remembered an ancient poem, held under the tongue of a