” (i carry it in my heart) “
                                                              e.e. Cummings
Here!-in-after   
 above
 the cabinings,
  aRe ancient t r e e s
be-low
 the ElePhANT
colored stone..
 
Upper benches 
aRe a
  lounge full  
of darknessly
  dead leaves.     
CrawLing myster!ies;
movement &
 
i aNd i.
Here!-right There,
-o-pen-br-own-
c a r d
board BOX.
Un-zip-pin-ing
plasticular
bag of dustheavy
 
bodybits,
because in shade
like this
what teeth
oF                         
ash——– of, b-one

fall to
 grounding while
a blue
fleet–ingly airsky
   *GLEAMS*
now aNd.  Then
when spring a-Gain 
     arrivintualy blooms.