Bare Trees (Eliot Cardinaux)

 

Bare Trees

Is it you that I search for

as you watch me

(and will I ever find)

but questions

Bare trees

purple in the snow

And there are some

that will go

into the deep halls

without expecting

and some silence

others still

will hold forever in their hands

But you who will

spite the echo

have far fewer hands

and left them there,

like water

through water,

both sides;

it stands.

The Elk (Eliot Cardinaux)

 

The Elk

Naked I step out among you

but the land is only land.

Whistlers in the thicket

the traveler sets his bags

down

has turned into the

night

and stammered.

They wear on their backs

as fleas.

Like death to watch

were the storm infinite

and how the houses cold

the sun new,

the elk

live long, remember;

 

like summer, 

taking off the hats.