Turning it over, considering, like a madman

Henry put forth a book.

No harm resulted from this.

Neither the menstruating stars (nor man) was moved

at once.

Bare dogs drew closer for a second look

and performed their friendly operations there.

Refreshed, the bark rejoiced.

Seasons went and came.

Leaves fell, but only a few.

Something remarkable about this

unshedding bulky bole-proud blue-green moist

thing made by savage & thoughtful

surviving Henry

began to strike the passers from despair

so that sore on their shoulders old men hoisted

six-foot sons and polished women called

small girls to dream awhile toward the flashing & bursting

tree!