Here’s another poem from How the Hand Behaves: Go out to the woods and feel the tree bark Dogwood, elephant grey , mostly smooth, made small cracks. Blue Spruce made deep ones, blueish gray, hinting of moss. The old Magnolia, intermittently smooth, southern accent, waiting for those creamy blossoms, genteel belle with speckled freckles, liverContinue reading “Feel the tree bark”