KEEPING A PIECE OF BLUE in this wind the trees throw their shadows around like a dog wagging its tail beside the everyday or behind it some extreme exerts itself wind that tears the shadows from the trees trees more naked than leaflessness nakedness the mark of future's place its place lodged on a vast shore of silence oh blue home over all homes I inspect you by the inch for shreds of every day all solitude of air all wings overreaching us there won't be any more future than we can carry I was trained in youth to carry these are hands if they look like wings it's because of what they carry