Sleeping trees and rocks

We glow like anthills and mass old visions - we say our dreams but never do them because we love to dream but are too stopped to act.

Eye spied her.
I am looking at Venus
and Venus is looking at me.

All the stars feel each other
with equal clarity.

I am looking at the spider,
and the spider is looking at me.

A half-dead lime tree, half-alive
and the spider is in me
and the ants eat the bees.

I am looking at Venus,
and Venus is looking at me.

There are craters in the concrete.

-October 27th, 2010