Bent

I feel the planets pulling west

but there’s a northern light

moaning my name.

The valley is shifting again.

The trees are being stripped

leaf by leaf and they shimmy

in a growing restlessness.

I follow trees, bending limbs to ground.

The wind eavesdrops

as I confess

to the sleeping garden.

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