POEM

(TRANSLATED FROM THE TREE LANGUAGE)

by Janet Kizer

AKA Bard Vashtia


Warm
long light
stirs long space
scarce movements of
depth and height
silence broken only by
leafing and unleafing sound
green and brown sound

cold
short light
unmoving
white falling pain

the year blinks its eye and is gone.


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