blossoming of

the trees she said

to herself

sloshing unshod

through the snow

water.

This was the nature

of her humor,

the wilderness

she aspired to.

Mostly it was a way

of seeing that did

not resort to sentence-

making. Note

the religious poses

of roadkill, for

instance,

at the instant

of their deaths most

terribly

holy and so to walk

the roads was

tantamount

to sloshing through

the gas stations

of the cross.

This is drawn from “Althea: Poems.”

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