the certainty the process of water
it is a sound it is a perspective --
green
the typewriter seeks its own limits
the apple tree on the river side
leap at the new fruit
bird wings to sudden glass
absent causation
the stake, too forgotten for
each person, the uncertain impulse --
where do the characters all go
testifying their identity
leap into every process
these words can
these actions tear
into causation
that was skin, once stone
there the trembling now the
silence, shake leaf
and gone to the side of the rivers
sharpened like each certainty
going in stillness, and
the shower of new fruit
and birds on glass
