(untitled 6)

Tree branches touching
in the breeze of autumn:
to have known you this way
is no less touching
for its randomness, its
quality; it’s no less
quality for our senseless
swaying in the wind,
nude, twisted and black.
I don’t regret the wind,
the touching or the axe.

William M. Burton is studying French literature and translation at McGill University, where he also edits the Commentary and Compendium sections of the McGill Daily.