not what others see
but what you do
arranging yourself
before the framed
scene you mistook
for painting is photo
is landscape is
simply the view
click contrapuntal
to the drip of melting
snow off tiered pines
you mistook for rain
mistook for firs
marmot you thought
was woodchuck groundhog
whistles when angry stands
facing away darts of sweeping
the rocks with his russet tail
the woman in a russet gown
swept back by stilled winds
faces into yesterday’s storm
double-exposed snow piled
against the lee of a shed