Let the Brook flow to See,

Stale Knowledge be Kept at Bay:

Today the Split Would was Stacked

Crosswise into Networks of temples.

emily dickinson  1210                               psalm 58:7

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ivy is draped from the branch

of the hackberry;   birds, constant

commute from its arteries;

we were given what we were given to see

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how many thoughts inhabit a tree —

how many birds fly limb to limb —

travel one quadrant to another

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what is needed to save a tree

may not be tenacity

or perspicacity

as much as capacity to see

brevity in the limbs within the brain’s

crown and sound in its flight

jubilant, joyful — we are made in pieces

pick them up in my hand again,

so it was in the Beginning, with the Suitcase

and the children.   and the hands, the hand extended —

and also, oh.  Yes, here, it is — somehow

fischio — whistle —

and Sunshine

countenance.

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Emily Dickinson                                                                                      Psalm 51

that these houses are not large enough —

wiped off, scraped off, shaved off

as they are, like smirks

with the side of the hand,

the debris deposited into receptacle:

EARTH FIRST

like certain diseases it atrophies

from the top down despite interventions

at the crown                   stationary

a difficult spot for a tree

to be — third one to have been

planted there — sentry

after pieces again strewn

across floor

small pitcher, plate, vase

– the Brain will not comply –

i see my own eye – lashes

numerous as legs of centipede –

dashes – iris – circle –

within my own closed eye.