A found videopoem.
where that heron used to stand
a painting of a heron
In Weimar
the very trees are smothered
in historic moss
Immersed in a language you don’t understand,
you become even more attuned to the music of speech and the dark magic of writing.
Remember to always practice safe death.
A dream is like a small animal that disappears when you chase it
but will come back if you offer it food.
Unlettered in death,
we are immune to even the most appalling cliches.
border terrier
this time I only merit
a brief sniff
on the morning
of my departure leaves bordered in frost
unsettled sky—
studying the markings
of bark beetle larvae
bound tight
by a dead leaf—
cleavers
In advance of a flight,
I feel increasingly restless and unmoored.
