the cards

set in motion
lay down the hand
the cards spill out
and divide

sitting hand on chin
or jaw supported
feeling the world

sit for so long
time begins to repeal

he split the logs by hand
after cutting with the saw
a chainsaw has a certain smell
and it sinks into everything
wood is everywhere, he said,
it grows faster than you think
wood is real to life, he said,
and stands above us in order

I knock down piles of stones
on verdant towers

sitting at the table,
held up by the world
through pins of wood,
my eyes adrift in coffee scent
and cigarette

the cards fall before me


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