Trees sprouting plastic

Boughs full before spring doesn’t come

Clock in a church tower ringing that green

Energetic greed

Hey painted eyebrows

And a hand reaching for what’s locked in my rear view

The sun is a salmon as it sets and

There is noise, so much noise

Send me shivers, stranger

Good kind far, far behind

Closer materiality, farther connection

If it grows in the separation

Do the clouds cover it, and me