1.
And he said, “There is a reason
you stopped
drawing trees.”
on the same
morning
that the hand on the clock
stopped
turning.
2.
You spent that morning
opening
fields –
releasing crows
in large billows
into the sky.
There was no one.
There was a scarecrow.
3.
I inverted your skin
on a blackened
canvas
as though you were more
than a tree,
as though you lived
in a field
other than that
of crows.