unripe walnut
a planet and a silence
heavy, heavier, heaviest
the psalm of palm can hold
unsonorous green in
a fist clenching twice to incise hands
a tree growing once to split sides
...and never have you held something denser, unrealized
not
a shovel
a bible
an elbow
pages and lips say, wind, and
wallnuts
fall (thunkingly)
thinkinground, like skulls
rotting like autumn
revealing the heartouch
like spring,
thought
the walnut tree
and the boy with hands