Sublime

the Hart Crane we’d been reading in English. Brooklyn Bridge.

mullein,

Across the road from where she’s parked, aspens tumble down the basin toward Fish Lake, where five years earlier a Chinese refugee engineer took his three daughters camping on the way to visiting Yellowstone.

how it was up to each one of us to carve our present out of the shapeless block of the future—or something to that effect.

Strange to think of his voice still flying through the air, already a country away, growing weaker every mile.

it is the most fundamental act of our species: to sustain the body until time leaves it behind.

This is not our world with trees in it. It’s a world of trees, where humans have just arrived.