THE VISIT

If you have any metal, say a bolt introduced into the
architecture of the knee. Suddenly the leaves won't

   change color
Where he (or she) fell, but no sentence is finished in

such dark times. Left to decay in the wind, fire
roaring in an oven, but no. The birches are poetic and

   their leaves
Mostly animals carry the bones to dens, cover them

with branches, leaving the screws and hardware. My
neighbor had her hip recalled, big plastic shovel with its

   chest puffed
out. Swapped it for another Their yellow leaves cover the

impression left by the resting metals It was a Depuy hip recall
Standing in the rain like a gunslinger, in the slow dark onslaught

   of winter
stepping rather lunging through the now wet snow new face a blur