#119--galvanized by your photo, Window


Contra Landscape

she longed for the conversation
of her children      for trees out the window

her life was an icy path
blocked by a crowd of granular spirits,
her own breath become a throng

one more line lifted from an anatomical study
or an engineering handbook
a handmade biology, rusty crumbs of early industry,
would make her stronger than other people

it's true that she didn't want landscape to be part of nature
landscape had been her habitat and it hurt
she barricaded the door and bricked up the windows
against it