SONG OF THE TREE’S DUENDE
You’ll never get to the bottom of this
Roots waiting it out
fissured rock
Holding what you’ll never see
Work so the tree
won’t have to find its way again
when you’re done
SHE
said,
Put the camera down.
Put the Goddamn camera down.
WAKING AT NIGHT
HE WOULD WRITE THIS DOWN
IN THE MARGINS OF A MAGAZINE
He had decided
to keep going.
He would go into the world
saying yes
renouncing
His notebook, his camera
his one word
Deep song in old trees
listens, waits for one
to tender its roots
The tree will thank you
Tree where heart is nourished
Tree orienting you to sun
Jim Bodeen
7 March—22 March, 2014
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