Again –
it is that time of year
of carcasses picked apart
by visits of daggered beaks
of leavings
of black stains… /
I am entertained inside her lento lungs –
travelling alone and partly dusk-blind –
within her low suck of cooling breath …/
We passed a wedding
in the vaulted woods –
on a narrow aisle
between pious trees …/
The Himalayan Balsam’s scent
clogs – a laundry swill of smells –
lingering – invasive – out-of-place –
underlining the call to action …/
Here are the random spillages
of sorrel-glazed sweet chestnuts –
an overnight downed bounty
which has settled on the layers
of leaves and paths underneath …/
Anemochory takes this seamless child
of these immigrants – landed from Europe –
and urges her to fly …/
Bared, here in the sky,
as if upturned, roots
inverted, then left,
a myriad of black veins..