BRING THE WHOLE LANDSCAPE HERE Comments

death is an always un-grown-up perch
a milli-brother a milli-sister

bobbed when the bobber
when the body goes under

it is not the dead who ask
it is the living who ask

after something living
to keep the dead in

so come with the whole landscape
hang blue distance behind and fields in front

and between
dark forest-fringes to whet the eyes with

and forest-fizz to drink from
and spruce-shoots to chew on

and spit out a lake
and a dragonfly reflected in it
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