At Field-in-the-Eye
August 31 2026
A tree.
A tree.
And a song
bursts into
field. With a
picture of
the wind in it.
And the tree
getting closer.
Behind the
fox. In the
woods beside the
glass. In the beyond
of the grass.
You’re in it in
your eyes. How we
make echoes turn
to hedgerows. And a
tree. And radios
tuned to the moon.
Behind the
notes getting
closer. Cut grass
divided by buzz.
Gamma hum and
delta hum
to the May
degree. In these
words we’re in field
with together, in
contingent
life. And the song
in the field inside
the song in
your eye. A story we
tell named rain.
And the tree
comes again, comes
again.
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