Apples

i love you what words can say it forget it soon the body disposes banalities comfortless as angels & violent

the reposed granite swinging for ages the tone the river edge stunned by curtains of blackbirds my eye my tongue stop confused nursing these trees from roads & cold forests to call gently from another winter spring out of the sand a bodiless perch for singing in which no one will part us one from the other the storm from the shaking thunder from children terrified they will come to it too their own answers hidden under these bridges we are our own gardens & the icefloes that fall