The Trees Hesitated
He could not have intended for it
To be seen. No one would even
Notice it this late in the season.
Time is nothing if not amenable.
For two weeks or more the trees
Hesitated. Hundreds of fine black
Birds hung from the tall cliffs.
Mapped waters are more slack
Than the land is. The flowers
Were in bloom in the children’s
Cemetery. In the hours
Before noon the static
Became unbearable. The staircases
Were more sturdy in the attic.
What can I say of the marsh?