Forest Architecture

The room of forests is already inside us.
It is where the water keeps its images.
Where all the leaves we remember
repeat their patterns in an earlier light,
as we walk through the columns
of our continent of trees,
looking for the animals we have already seen.

Michael Battisto has work that can be found or forthcoming in About Place Journal, The Shore, Josephine Quarterly, MoonPark Review, HAD, Frogpond, and elsewhere. Born in Chicago, he has lived in New York, Wyoming, Arizona and Texas. Now he lives in Oakland, California. Find him at https://www.michaelbattisto.com.

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