an infinite future
of hatchlings, buds, saplings –
the footpaths, mulch, pebbles
of the infinite past
=
the coherence of cloud
the fluency of wind
the articulation
of a chaffinch’s song
=
the movements of still things –
streams, soil, ferns in the breeze;
the stillness of moving things –
falling leaves, clouds, hours
=
where the slope of the hill
grows suddenly gradual –
where the slope of the hill
grows suddenly acute
=
the green leaves on the branch
the dead leaves on the ground
the dead leaves on the branch
the green leaves on the ground
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