I think I can see you more clearly
If you would move the windows
Please? Paint on the shadows
And if you can, the light.
What I mean is, the dog
Came splashing towards me,
His head all in white shells
And also scattering them.
I underline the dog, there.
Then, he is lost.
I dive into bushes, looking
I am smoking a cigarette
In your robe, turning my radio
To the lake. I listen closely
to our old, sealed letters.
I see a face through the woods.
It is like the open spaces between
Trees: like our so many windows.
One grand sheet: a painting
You can see from only one angle.
I cannot walk into that flatness:
My own right eye taking over
The left. The lake is inside it.
There are rocks and the water
Is freezing. My father is in it
Somewhere. It is flat like this
But only if you can remember it.