You're thinking of trees, right? I'm seeing felled camellias -- blooms on branches disembodied. Past prime. What is a felled poem? Perhaps a fragment? Sappho ascending and descending.
And of food? What wind and rainstorms do to fruit. Also birds. Also people. You and me.
Distraught sequence of further inquiry
ReplyDeleteShe called at the firehouse wondering
and in the moonlight they all went riding
checking the countryside before bedtime