327. See Thing

Streets
like stones
trees in a

square
like thought
green like matter

stones
like bricks
like hills like

slipping
on black
ice in winter

in
a grey
sky kept greyer

like
hand is
kept pink from

blood
like water
that falls like

rain
from clouds
like mountains like

schooners
like forests
of white above

green
trees like
flowers like bouquets

like
bounty and
width and burgeoning

within
a grey
square like lines

meeting
lines like
right angles like

border
made straight
and kept from

moving
with trees
deep-rooted into hard

soil
like branches
like snakes like

tunnels
of fists
and arms burrowing

beneath
a street
like stones like

tiles
like broken
like leaking water

to
feed the
trees that grow

in
green and
graceful like life

like
extension like
shade held aloft

like
ambition
like endurance like

persistence
like the
shadows of clouds

of
trees of
passing cars against

a
house looking
out over a

square
from a
window an eye

two
eyes taking
from what was

there
to see
what would be

and
to see
what had been

to
hold the
shade or the

curtain
and to
make it close

and
to rest
in shadow in

darkness
like coolness
like breeze like

caves
like damp
soil held close

to
the nose
and to make

the
world outside
be just as

real
even more
real when it

is
not even
there when it

is
just in
the mind that

thinks
it back
into its place

like
stone like
square like tree

like
park like
cloud like sky

like
blue like
grey like house.