Found out, acted upon
by Genevieve Kaplan
Originally published in Issue 07 of Manor House Quarterly: MYTH.
seen from above, seen from that slick crossing, deep
in the weedening weeds, sly drama there. so that half
are against and there are more coming (and I obscure
it like this, and I do) and there is the frame, the photo
the picture within, the terrified jumper, holding-to
bedding down (the leaves), the morning rush and the small
and early afternoon (how will I do it better?). each one
pounded atop, each sound hidden within, the small easement
(we would say: between the floorboards, among the spun
leaves, in the crush of it, the distraction created, small
quiet pile) of waiting to be released again, and the rain above
that breeds the secret shadow (swollen, swollen) afraid to appear
down near the river (which is actually a rivulet in the path
and nothing swims there) and the peach tree and the lost yard
of yesterday’s (daydream) cinema. forgetful in the hall
under the clutter of branches (the sun, hailing), the scene
and a hair that rears and grows, an anemic conclusion
on the open plain (that is obscured by trees, and where the sky
is also obscured) along of grass, along of sharp weeds
and thin sticks along the edge of the circle containing its piece
