In Early Spring Before Leaves Have Taken Place

There is a need for another kind of necessity like a non-productive

economy crisscrossed by a wet mathematical forgetfulness. As if to

convey its inaccessibility, a house, having refused the goldfinch,

pine siskin and chickadee chorus, stands silent and alone just to be

correct. If you strain, you might see the black streaks in woodgrain

where nails have bled from weather. It’s this kind of liberation that

keeps me from forgetting the demand of having refused. In notational

script, courage requires of us a lessening.