Draw me a winter tree, the infinite delicate, silhouettes of black rivers and visible fingers, make a large winter head
full of naked elegant thought.
Draw me, draw me a winter tree, with hundreds of muses reaching for the altar tip, knowing that below, roots make
a mirror of this.
Photo: New Iberia Station, seen through train window, Louisiana
Text: The poem was published in 'Delicate Access', 2004