Let the snake of the mind wait under weeds, damp leaves,
Learn plant words.
Or better, learn the sound of plant growth slowing.
Forget the sleeplessness and slow wit of summer.
Reconcile the people and the stones.
Be the stones.
Be the somnolent waiting smell of old houses in the damp.
Under covers, learn one to three books. But slowly.
Learn wet asphalt. Low sky. All of it.