the plane echo passes

  boards being tossed

  dogs bark

  annoyingly a gnat ear close

                      -

  against white grey fog

  birds scribbling

  dots  & gyres

  translate

  the porous tablet
 
                      -

  articulate cloud

  a plane crosses silent

  finches tighten the distance

  another moment

  settles the same again

  mimetic logic sways a breeze

  unaccountable that leaf

  holding its own

  the green, brown

  (as if it were a tree)

                       -

  space

  invokes the black and stars

  but it could be the horizon

  the long flat of blue

  we sometimes call the sea

                       -

  it's as if the miles along the road meant something

  what exactly is your guess

  trees running into each other 70 m.p.h.

                       -

  finger of wind

  (humanity of nature, more evident)

  a blond hair rides along

  this trap

  turning of the memory wheel

                      -

  an apple blossom barely plucked

  a dog has to shit but can't

  taken together we get a scene

  forming as a painting might

  generate quiet through frenzy
 

                                                   —Avery E. D. Burns