Elizabeth Dodd


It doesn't matter
    a tree falls
or doesn't on this hillside.
  I am here
    in this buoyant silence
lifting from snow cover.
  There is no story to tell
    about cause and effect,
no one to pull
  the stiff sheet of grammar
    over a scattered pattern
of bark and branches
  broken on the snow.
    I turn sideways
and the wind slips among us,
  so many vertical,
    dark shapes.


© Elizabeth Dodd


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