LANDSCAPE: WEATHER BECOMING DOLPHY evidence of high wind everything that gets so far off the earth is returned to it thrown down new growth starts up the bones of what did tower /and the animals get their backs and rumps roughed up from bowing backward to the gale /and the birds are made to skim an arm's length ahead of the storm /and the people are built with extra bracing, like houses that expect the worst and what's out there the weather is the same as what's in every human heart bad trouble and energy enough to make it real /but over there on the edge of the earth is a black wood with extra-human sounds in it /and if the animals and the bent trees keep pointing in the right direction /and if only the wind can reach that far and then blow through it and if the right fingers appear with their silver keys unlocking faster and wider than the wind can slam shut the doors of the wood, we'll finally hear Dolphy before his head burst playing how to live between out and inward weather and what's so beautiful about it after all, what's so important about someone pulling melody after melody out of his bountiful mouth