Rabbit and Rose
There is nothing to name
in the desert
nothing
for rough tongues to render in pieces
what is part of a whole
arms that give cool, dark shadow
when rocks are too hot to rest on
cannot be contained in your word
juniper
as you say it
cannot tell
how skin peels in a fire
does not allow for my color to grow
in small populations on the mountain
Juniperus Communis says nothing
of hard berries swallowing
the sky down into my bright clusters
to be taken as medicine
there is nothing for you here
not to categorize
or to count
or to colonize
with your word.