We live together-

you and i. a tiny

level spoon of roots

and infinitesimal rheumatoid.

in a house divinely dusty,

lit by terrifying blue sun.

“do not fear!”

“do not fear!”

We catch a glimpse

of thine: atop and on high.

On the opposite:

Our common

Tree. And won’t now

but grow forth from

your old flintbark

faces.

And forth we went itinerantly, singsong!

among green mountains

making pillows of the

green cloverhills.

Crawling and yet

imitating of the beauteous

patters of nature.
we were taller than we

ever had been,

rising to the clouds out of

the grain and decomposing leaf.