1.

morning tree,
                                 morning forest
your name, the most beautiful courtesy

don’t say your name don’t be lazy you come close
don’t smell of leather smell of leather and equine lather

2.

In one working day, the Northern Spruce trees had been cut down.
This made for more light, but we had moved here because of them,
we were younger then

A million waxwings just landed in the courtyard’s maples
every single one seating itself to face the city

3.

do you remember when you walked home from school the maples leaned toward you like rancid butter, the wild grapevine
the color of rowanberry wine, the crooked fingers of the mountain ash, you straightening them

swallow that orange now it knocks you out

From "Koko tarina," ("The Whole Story"), 2001
("aamupuu, aamumetsä," pp. 73-75)
Translated from Finnish by Anselm Hollo.