I am stained with the darkest cinder bluein this sparse palette of craving eucalyptus forestcompressed by stony greys, rough rouges, bony…
Around me the leaves dripwith oppressive, intermittent, unanswered questions.
Hey you, rooted in the ground,Hey you, swaying with your heads,Are you dancing to the rains?Are you whispering…
I don’t pretend to knowthe language of our foreststhe canopy of pronouns they use for each otherI cannot read between their…
Hanging treesbow down at nighttheir heads hanging lowthe weight of the world weightless on their branchesairily escaping through…