The new trees, the new mud and the new

The new trees, the new mud and the new
clouds moving in the sky that barely conceal
the Sun. These seeds that contain the ideals
of life, abstractions fed by the cold dew

and the doctrine of the rain. This view
from the water oak is illustrative, the real
extends indefinitely. I have been sealed
within this depression for years, I'm so

tired of words and language. Her nectar
and the color of the flower, the cold, dry
air in the winter months. Which blue star

reminds me of her eye? This wide territory
without a map, and the leaves look similar
to the tall trees reaching into the sky.