The Woods by John Muir

The Woods by John Muir

In the dream this is a poem
I am failing to memorize

Each time I lift the page
the lines have shifted themselves

It is becoming a different poem
because I am trying to memorize it

It wants to elude me a reader
who wants to own it Like every poem

Every song's running faucet
Every skypatch of canvas with

its shoulder braced against a door
of pigment and crushed minerals

Like the woods Definition
Clusters of trees whose edge

you cannot see Whose ending
mercifully you will not reach

Every Poem Has Three Chests

"Heart-Ants," by Songmi Heart

Every Poem Has Three Chests

and so three hearts
Yours, reader/breather,

mine,
and then that mysterious third one

belonging to
these lights-on-a-string,
these very words