Look for the Local
It would not have been possible
to say to you, Here, inhabit
this now. Rain and leaves
suggest time is with you.
Corners, cluttered with plants,
books, pictures. The trees
were full of leaves, and now not
so red, so yellow.
In this blur what is apprehended
bends toward, and away, from you.
Slow day of rain, and naked,
hair up, casual in this light.
Dale Martin Smith
Knife | Fork | Book, 2022