A poem by my favorite poet, Raymond Carver, in Ballookey's book.
This was a good excuse for me to buy "A new path to the waterfall" which is a beautiful book.
What I love about his writing is that he doesn't use "poetry" words, and all the feelings and drama comes from life and from writing in a really simple way.
This tree was really challenging, first of all I rarely ever use green and never know what to team it with, second, there's something really "cute" and "childish about it that I just couldn't copy or interact with. I think that the crying severed heads sort of took care of that...