November 1968

Stripped / you're beginning to float free / up through the smoke of brushfires / and incinerators / the unleafed branches won't hold you / nor the radar aerials // You're what the autumn knew would happen / after the last collapse / of primary color / once the last absolutes were torn to pieces / you could begin // How you broke open, what sheathed you / until this moment / I know nothing about it / my ignorance of you amazes me / now that I watch you / starting to give yourself away / to the wind