if an inner landscape
rocking chair left in the rain
(if an inner landscape an inner deluge)
bed frame left in the rain
hillside specked with peasants walking their fields for luck
the more the (blank) (inside)
the vaster the
branches of the fallen tree
full of grackles
what floats away
you knew ‘the shadow in the trunk was raving’
grandma’s china left in the rain
who is thunder in you
after the flash
who counts the seconds
feel the dropping pressure like somebody constantly arriving 
but for us they
if an inner landscape