find me
below a blue wind
orange sky
bare branches:
green leaves and red berries –
picked at by the crows – scattered,
shaken to the ground. Eye-white hourglass trunk has been
hollowed
out
a small cave
within a terrible giant.
Inside
breathless and beatless
hear the echo of life; charred
bark, rings of ash and room for two
stay awhile, only
a little walk
from the butterflies
and sundial
look above the painted petals
smeared about the hazel canvas
trace the thick wooden spines,
reach up, feel for the groove
touch: scored date,
initials
no
don’t get up
please
stay awhile
