Travis Smith

the new science

Should the garden rotate as we walk
at the speed of walking
a new garden every autumn
in the iris of an eye
or should the vireo have more wings inside
of an immeasurable rain
We should draw flames on a thorn
as the glass armonica
rotates beneath my fingers
You know its song is green
vireos are green in summer
emptying the room
and umbrellas open
and the flame will lose
its verdigris
if you bring it inside
the margin of the forest