spaces against the day， against the light.
The sky looks as if it has been added later
to a glimpsed world as nobody saw it.
Small gaps of awkwardness between overlapping leaves
bring their time to us， as we our time
to them. The hand alone is amazing，
the skull and the owner‘s hand holding it，
together on a page for fifty years，
with the earliest smile. A rope vase
of flowers returns the angels
to the ground， that still beautiful brown