Jean Day
from The Literal World



The walk was an inquiry
but before that
to will the foot to fall.
      We think of trees
      as bodies; leaves,
hair. And what if these substitutes
too are
green (make us
more than human)?
Derelict and
thoughtful adults dot
an imperial landscape.
But I am with you a painted animal
so recently after rain
I should probably rhyme
hair by hair
to save my skin.
The refrain of observation is nothing
if not my own.