As/Is







3.04.2004


Curtain

the way i remembered it the
cockatoos were lemon-fresh were
sprinkled in trees raw
with winter like
christmas ornaments.

or (do

remember i am remembering and
memory is incorrect and faithless
to the actual bird, the
actual tree,
the actual day as numb as icewater)

they were fat pristine fruit,
grown from brittle treehands
by their grey feet.

they said nothing about
being written about; moreover,
they tired of being
written
on.