from Aspen
ashes and acrylic on gelatin silver
mounted to board and bound in a book
burnt with five flames in coalsack
the single tree the farthest in a field
on that slope in silver or stood
in green vertical facing ever outward
up and out as if the hill were always only
as if it were everything, no
backdrop
ashes caked in that pile all up a column
of charred silver, bonewhite, whalethistle
as if the hill rose ever or if it stopped ever
and if the sea were behind it or if nothing
milkstar through endblack
all motion and no motion
charcoal and stamen arc chariot
galgalim
angelic swarm
bread