49 words for Florian Svitak from Steven Leyva:

We understand the land better when we tremble with it (Edouard Gilssant)
Horizon eased into a king cake of landscape
And we’ve come for the odd child
in an odd childhood. Sheer color
from memory. Canvass the light. Find him,
his hand at woodwork, palm on a felled tree,
roots pointing at everyone
the child will teach a measure of grace