view from the south, looking north, above me

this ancient barbed fence;
these million bobbing heads:
wheat greeting the crow as he caws.

applause of thick oak boughs
roiling before blue mouth
south of baptism, the mineral sea.
 
trees in twos, patient like parents
pursue communion which merits
mentioning it’s me them then I
 
swapping breath. We (lacquered leaves) discuss  
the diaphanous girl, gently gleaned from above
until enough and I retreat to her diameter, skull.