the tree
fire plays
I stand back
to let it
burn
the tree is white
with unbearable
light
we stand
apart
the tree is green
with singing
I stand
near
to hear
the tree is blue
never saw one so
before this
I under
stand
Month: April 2020
Seeker of Forests
a venture of blood I
break for the forest
where the earth trembles
when a leaf falls
light combs
the trees
moss murmurs
in the shade
there to savor
what seasons me
The Visit
from my window across
an empty street
I join them
for a moment of joy
in one arm
her baby
at the end of the other
hip high
her daughter in red
dances
into the county jail
I reckon her on her way
to free her father
with
a visit
Sense
seeing
needs light
hearing
some distance
smell
just knows
touch
takes risks
taste though
makes the most
sense