CROWN Too much rain loosens trees. In the hills giant oaks fall upon their knees. You can touch parts you have no right to— places only birds should fly to.

It isn't ever delicate to live.

CROWN Too much rain loosens trees. In the hills giant oaks fall upon their knees. You can touch parts you have no right to— places only birds should fly to.

Who would have guessed it possible that waiting is sustainable. A place with its own harvest.

I have tried to live very quietly, so I could be happy.

As for reality, I don't even have any interest in that word.

The satisfactions/of agreement are/immediate as sugar--/a melting of the/granular, a syrup/that lingers, shared/not singular./Many prefer it.