Thomas Woods Project

Monday, October 18, 2010

(Miniature Landscapes)

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memory

(look)

between the branches

of sunlight

i saw the clouds melt

into dust

(listen)

i heard your voice on the other end

of the line

words that made my eyes close tight

(feel)

i moved through the maples

past the blue ash

my feet leaving behind the broken entrails

of wood nettles

and bellflowers

(Fraxinus quadrangulata)

tall, such a noble stature

heart wrapped in corked layers

toothed leaves filling in my view

of the afternoon sun

it burns my heart

to think that

such a tiny creature could bring you

(a majestic pillar in this dancing woods)

to your knees

The Thomas Woods

winter is so very near

(i can almost feel her breath on my neck)

and i wondering

how deep does your snow get?

will i be able to dance

over your frozen spine

and trace my steps

through your long shadows?

and if when spring comes,

will your silent voice

burst into song once more?

your leaves fall upon my upturned mouth

(full of questions)

gently reminding me of your mysteries that lie ahead

and memories of the seasons past

American Elm

the rubbing of your trunk in the wind

like a sigh of a creaking door

in an abandoned house

your dead carcass gives the illusion

of sprawling limbs

gaping wounds of rotting bones

and flesh

jungle gyms of trees once so tall and erect

now a balance beam for my sneakers

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