of this man is the rambling language of this poem. a man has been planted in the lines of the poem and grows slowly by a window. a daughter is planted in the pages next to her father. she is part of a story he’s forgotten. he can attach himself to photos but not to words. photos raise him out of the unconscious stuff of his mind to a place where things are real, where the rain remembers the rain. but she is not in the book, nor even in the giving of it.
the poem whether or not there are apples, also from her book horizon note, does not have 