culminary

while shitshow is surely spreading
i sit in the wind for the exterior divan
and view the vain velocity in its trees
as momentary clumps or constellations
as they fleece the air with abandon

streaming leaves are meaningless
and never meaningless for they
enact their image to eye
where verb's purity becomes
an instance

instance tethered
as poet to divan
and leaves as cluster
to the wind as before
they were ambiguous
and indistinct
relations unknown or boundless
and now in the wind
their clusters are revealed

and everything
once again

branches