Parading

Eye darkened, his nostrils flared.

Feelings: / oh, I have those; they

“This is something he will like, or use.” Meantime, those branches go

What I thought was an end turned out to be a middle.

I thought if only we could believe this

What do you think you’re grabbing

Dark inside, bright outside, a Magritte

I call it the provinces.

I may be looking at the set of boulders