11/11/19: Reading Nature

after brutal rain

branches fallen—their pleading

hands still

11/10/19: Memories of Camping

around

a birch, a pile of bark—

proffered pages

distant keening—

the sound of a bent saw

coaxed to sing

while I slept

a storm—and every leaf left

fell in one night

muscles of

recollection lose their shape

and spread

how many symbols—

strictly by wandering—find

such a place?

some memories—

like bruises—struggle to

remember themselves