Horizontals

Older now, I see the horizontals 
in the woods, rotund trunks of fallen trees
scalloped along their tops as they rot,
second eloquence undoing the first

after rain there are tiny pools on the trunks,
occasionally with a sprig of green,
rot has got exuberance of its own,
charged with ingenuity of decay

wrecks of trees can wear robes of soft green moss,…