Pathways of shredded leaves

leading to a circular indent

brown glowing in the green earth.

A temple of glass

rising from cut rock

near the watery center

crystal after crystal in cracked rows

wind screaming through frozen chimes.

Forms leak

from these wounds in the landscape,

limbs flex like the belly of the sun

and turn into stringed instruments.

Tables piled high with vines

in a forest clearing.

Lonely voices wafting

out of cracks in trees.

Lover's outlines

floating where there was

no bronzed encounter,

figures dancing

floors a camera never traced.