Variations on the Outdoors


Can you feel the steady steps

Stone in their age

Preserved by the yellowed wall?

A poisonous rust drips down

From the black railing.


Tree stands tall-strong

A contradiction of senses

Graybeard for little crawling things

Wild green tresses, primal, savage

Skin as hard as shame

I will grow in its shadow.


Smoke, you are bluefaced

Drowning in backdrop

Pale and grasping at the trace of a trace

Eating yourself to remember.

Swim harder.


"I am a monument," said the rock

"My noble and glacial gray

My supple crenellations

My crumbling foundation

Are a testament."

"Look past yourself," said Edward Bates

"The flowers are dying."