<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div dir="auto" style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div class="">Choices</div><div class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span style="font-size: 14px;" class=""><i class="">for Drago Štambuk</i></span></div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class="">I go to the mountain side</div><div class="">of the house to cut saplings,</div><div class="">and clear a view to snow</div><div class="">on the mountain. But when I look up,</div><div class="">saw in hand, I see a nest clutched in</div><div class="">the uppermost branches.</div><div class="">I don’t cut that one.</div><div class="">I don’t cut the others either.</div><div class="">Suddenly, in every tree, </div><div class="">an unseen nest</div><div class="">where a mountain </div><div class="">would be.</div><div class=""> </div><div class=""> </div><div class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Tess Gallagher </div></div></body></html>