David Kaufmann
A Kelson of Creation is Love

All this green becomes unresolved

Cash a seasonal

Disturbance amongst the poplars I own

Poplars a single oak  I spend

A lot of time looking

Up I spend a lot of money looking

Out in case it’s late it’s not

Comfortable he goes

The waiting I mean

Like nothing’s


To happen so I’m talking

Up intention so I did you a favor so

Could you please just cut me a break