End/Again
A poem
Trees will back
into essence.
Trees will back
into essence.
Trees will back
into essence;
trees will back
into essence.
My mother’s home in which, as a child,
she sat perhaps at sun transfixed, dying
beyond a hill, for the first and only time.
First and only time beyond a hill for the
dying, transfixed sun, she sat perhaps
as a child at my mother’s home in which
for the first and only time
dying
as a child
beyond a hill
she sat perhaps at sun transfixed.