Devony Smith, mezzo-soprano

In the forest without leaves:

forest of wires and twisted steel…

The seasons are of rust
and renewal,
or there are no seasons at all,

only shadows that lengthen
and grow small —
sunlight on the edge of a blade.

Nothing that thrives, but metal
feeding on itself —

cables for roots,
thickets of knotted iron,
and hard knots of rivets
swelling in the rain.

Not the shadows of leaves,
but shadows where the leaves might be.

john haines

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