Excerpt from A Berry Feast by Gary Snyder

The Chainsaw falls for boards of pine,
Suburban bedrooms, block on block
Will waver with this grain and knot,
The maddening shapes will start and fade
Each morning when commuters wake—
Joined boards hung on frames,
                            a box to catch the biped in.

                      and shadow swings around the tree
Shifting on the berrybush
                      from leaf to leaf across each day
The shadow swings around the tree.