To Be Ascetic (1st draft)

Is a picture
of orange tree, picture
rough leaves, droplets’ sent-up
light, plots, oranges
evening falls on.
The mountains.
This hustler in shorts.
Regardless, burning
in the middle of the tree, up,
in its way a system
look, one
jigging the tine
the thing stem
unready, a moth

The wolf to you a blunt cusp
in yellow grass;
pale and hard at dusk,
in angled grass, dusk,
spitting in your hair

None soft dirt
part-jutting root, brush

to be beneath, the orange
on the back of the tree
that over arches,

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