Apples

A tree,

rusted gold, bending

over a creek

A beach umbrella with cigarette burns

and holes.

Poking the air

other trees breathe

and I, 

breathe

The disposition of

the sea or the mountains

years and years

past.

Frosted glass,

striders, 

frozen,

flat on its surface

A tree,

rusted gold,

radiating
a certain bleeding

Branches emanate,

leaves plunging

lightly

on frosted glass