Photo by Tamyka Bell.

Woods to Melbourne

Pine of the frost embered, with the setting Helios’
eye on it all, peeking through an altered telescope

on a sidewalk; the other, cones, needles
circumcised by the god’s moving to the south.

Here these alpines are flamed in summer,
and here, the summer’s yearlong. Moving gregariously

parallel on the sides both, like the shores
of an indefinite river, a train-less

railway track visiting eternity.
And when he returns back, home,

the usual path, and tilts to th’ other 
way, this gilded, wind enlivened foliage

and the soiled-scarlet layer above the decomposing humus,
nourishing the perpetuity, will look like a forever.

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