what we talk about in your made up room

tight

it's harder to

cross-country-ski

more so than run

single

knee over

single

knee over

knee

draped in

say, I adore,

say, Easy,

fishing hooks

thumb tacks

clothes pins

say isn't this

these easy steps

this fast pace out

onto the yard

of visual pieces

say, you say,

here, eat this,

it's mere skis,

meager shuffle

when I look down

the plane of snow is

all white, all over,

without

the image

of blades (grass)

I try rather triangles

rather cross hill

drag snow

over snow

I make no more nor less nothing

tree you

1.

he a tree
worn green
to be cut
i'll use him
like logs
fragrant
sound
of wet fir
fire

he asks
if he falls
will i
hear
and i say
yes
yes
with
excitement
i'll hear
the fall
of future
heat for
the house

2.

but
i too
now
a tree
besides
also now
wet behind
ears,
green,
now on
knee
of branches
kneeling
now
lacing, lancing
depending
on
the day
time of
tree
and trestles
leaning

I, too.