Triangles
I look upon the trees
and think of you.
I wish that you could see the shapes
the trees make to my mind,
as I process
a triangle
within the four diamonds
and ten thousand snakes
which coil and slither
through the green leaves,
golden as they reflect the sunset,
and too, the single circle
of a metallic table...
And within these hundred triangles
I see
only one.
I wish there was a way
to speak
the right words
that you will understand
the shapes
they make
within my mind. |