Elizabyth A. Hiscox
One Argument for Maple and Pine-lined over Marble
statuary throwing stay out onto garden paths.
Itself never getting between begins and ends. At there. At least.
While the whole of living claims a way up as October begins,
wants an enough. Wants an or: an option to make crèches
in which to rest the sick on brightly fallen leaves.
The option to adopt the consequential stubbornness
of earthworms that never need to right themselves:
the whole of living secure in forward. And the plea
this too shall pass. Even old Ouroboros eating
its own tail is a way up: if only to connect, make lovely
through-lines, links like the fans on the cone to the tree
that casts it out to cut the stays of death, to between
itself. Like the worm that through the valley of
the eye of the needle will pass, through me,
through The Kingdom of phylum, class, order, family…