A gardener will still 
manage the unlived's 
lawn: ivy twists 

& grass brown scrapings 
windswept seeds
shadowhungry nightshade. 

But it is God's wish 
to let live the cypress 
tree where no one stood. 

Who am I to judge 
when we seem both 
equally loved

(gray light/Arabian moon)? 

Upright pines 
column our souls. 
A flag of red you say

is all a hummingbird needs.
I know the pleasure
is in the speed. 

(crickets hum, apses fall)

Knowledge is thoroughbred
while stillness is God's 
domain. 

Leave him sleeping 
with foreknowledge.
Emerging from my bed

a cypress tree
aromatic as it is 
distracting.