Deadfall

The other: enter the myth
Hesitation, reasonably like an apostrophe

Marking the now empty space

Who will walk the row beneath?

Non-attachment, instead

The severed trunk swings back

The unexpected, not what you counted on

a tiny rustle of wind ruffling

the fuzzy oak leaves

The sun slips down behind the hill

The rustle of wind,

Imagine a hill,
The sun balanced like an apostrophe
Marking the wind ruffling through the leaves

All the things you have done wrong in your life
A will of ones own?
Like the apostrophe
The sun slips through the trees
The unexpected empty space is a catastrophe
balanced like an apostrophe

Deadfall, the waiting, the [will happen]