BEFORE THE GLASS BROKE (ASUKURE)
The softest application
of your yellow fingertips
to a chapped birch bark innation
bled colour through its roots
and circulated through its slow branches
like blood through a sleeping foot
settling in seasonal congealment
upon a puberty of early-September leaves
spraying autumn's ejacution
through the clouds of the village
known as The Village Hidden In The Leaves
Now the sky is egg-white
and my stomach bristles
at the sight of evergreens
underneath my eyelids
and all through this uncontested forest
