Like at the wren's nest Like at rock eagle Ironies swirl and hearts are twisted taut Around their pivot points
The stag scrapes his felt on a scrubby dogwood tree
Like at the warm springs Like at key club Residuals are what get to one Reach toxic levels with time
Even the pretty fawn is full of wolf worms in the summer
Oh, so horribly intensely I prayed Let me evaporate
But the dying autumn leaves are beautiful, too
Like on the flint river Like at the mica mines Conversations escalated Voices trembled and cracked
The barn owl's white belly is like a flash bulb Instantly illuminated by a moonbeam As he swoops silently before us Toward a fateful meeting in the forest
Oh, so horribly intensely I prayed Let me evaporate