i take my glasses off
and try to shut down the words
to the point where
i don’t know
if that tree will bite or burrow
or fly off into the greying cosmos
and then a clump
of thimbleberries
becomes a being and invites me in
heart first
*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.
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photo © J.C. Hasstedt
