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Whittling

I am the bear
in the branch

the branch on the wave
the branch-born bear

cut by wind, cut by
water, cut by a knife

branch born of root
non-thought, slow time

michelangelo said
‘release the angel in the marble’

ruben said, ‘I tried my best
here is a bear, for you’

smoothed by wind, smoothed by
water, smoothed by sand paper

the pipe in the pear tree dreams
of smoke tickling her spine

and the porcini in the peach wood
imagines rain-swollen size

I remember fishing sugar
from phloem streams

the bear before the blade
the solid ghost

I am the bear in the hand
and I had to die and float, die and float

sealed in bark, sealed in
salt, sealed in olive oil

the bear in the branch
the branch in the wave

the bear in the hand
the bear who wears sun