twig stick
A line of trees hard
branches above the roofs
the sea fog
press backward, down to water
every way slightly rocked
paths infinite
3 dimensions
direction of the sun
past the sight
emanate
in time dense, travel
around the sap
risen
the wind blows
—Larry Eigner, “Apr. 7 ’64”
Art Credit Popel Coumou via Booooooom
