we should plant moving grasses there where there is exposed

dirt, i was saying, and it would act as backdrop

to the japanese maple, as now when there are no

leaves, in winter just its branches, its form, –(which is

a standing heron) (essentially)– and then there would

be two waves, or two, levels, two terraces

forms, ondulating, small, short, moving

grasses, i was saying this to myself,

we should plant moving grasses there where

there is exposed soil, and at that moment

a heron flew across the sighting path,

just above eye level from right to left,

improbably but instantaneously on a line

so

 

 

 

 

 

 

it is not that i did not want

to be there among it and among

it, it’s that i did not belong

there; and at the moment of that

that the hawk flew into view

right to left but out of

sight and in order to see

it i had to crane my neck

for it was outside the window

frame at the spot floating

as it were above the point of insight, large,

as i looked at all the roads

and multiple bundles of small connections, grey,

very grey.

 

 

i will not know this city in entirety;

i will know only a quadrant of the city;

and at that moment, the hawk flew

off, away, from left to right

again high up over head, nearly –

and then out of sight with in the space

of two windows.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

in the dendrites of the trees

all grey matter, all different

degrees of grey, a hawk glides

through, left to right, and up,

large, and passing, significant,

thought