Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Visual Poetry from Seldon Yuan

Behind the brush

behind the brush we could not have seen one

another then was only sky

we had to leave wondering

among other things where

birds came from where birds go to

camouflaged by our leaving

thoughts we saw only ourselves

alone envying stones we were saddened

by logs as arms cradled down

back until our branches touched

by chance there was never chance

we are trees we have always been together

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