Nature doesn't take care of anything

doesn't even look back

Lightning rods and paradises

and every verb in the infinite.       [wordplay = infinite - infinitive]

I die

inside the landscape

where seasons pass

by the clocks out in the open.

From the train's windows

to time

brusque cuts quick

plucked by the root from the open air:

what the moon takes from the stone

pieces of sky and sea

mountains, ah! Beyond and alien

torn leaves, must & have what?

And in which notebook?