the perfect trees

by dm gillis

it makes sense that
sometimes you disappear & don’t come back 

people forget you & you
fossilize in the neglect of your name 

it makes sense that there’s a
road in the valley flat 

like the river it runs along
architecture the 

texture of arcs
pencil eyes lined a 

curve of breath
the perfect trees that 

form the baleen horizon
comb clouds the 

wind spinning leaves from
green to green   

correct &
forever standing