Meanwhile
There’s a story in this picture.
There’s another story in this picture. The stories aren’t speaking to each other. Each word a chunk of cement.
No one to stack them further.
The translator is broken.
Meanwhile, a tree shimmies up into and above its industrial skirt and into a post-industrial smirk. Multiple choice of optical illusion.
The battle lines are drawn
and any attempt at erasure makes a mess. And isn’t it always the case, human vs. natural? I am the crane operator for the company of the absurd.
Nothing is ever finished.
Isn’t there something wonder-
ful about that? My line’s in the water. I’m fishing for joy in all this.