The other: entering the myth
Hesitation, balanced like an apostrophe
Marking a now empty space
Who will walk the row beneath?
Non-attachment, instead
The severed trunk swings back
The unexpected, not what you counted on
A tiny rustle of wind ruffling
the fuzzy oak leaves
The sun slips down behind the hill
The rustle of wind,
Imagine a hill,
The sun balanced like an apostrophe
Marking the wind ruffling through the leaves
All the things you have done wrong in your life
A will of ones own?
Like the apostrophe
The sun slips through the trees
The unexpected empty space is a catastrophe
balanced like an like an apostrophe
Deadfall, the empty space before
