forest soup
Posted: May 4th, 2017, 10:58 am
it's Double Rock Park
but there's thousands of them...
following the Stemmer's Run
is like following time, the hike
is the only thing that is real
century mists swollen with argon
trees long in the tooth and me
a pebble with eyes and a soul
and a bottomless heart, I feel
almost normal here
like I should have been a gray squirrel
or striped chipmunk
and they never run away , they come
to me, and I coo birdtalk back,
my cousins of the woods are here for me....
the aroma of forest soup
simmering in the sunshine, and I
have come with my own bowl and spoon
but there's thousands of them...
following the Stemmer's Run
is like following time, the hike
is the only thing that is real
century mists swollen with argon
trees long in the tooth and me
a pebble with eyes and a soul
and a bottomless heart, I feel
almost normal here
like I should have been a gray squirrel
or striped chipmunk
and they never run away , they come
to me, and I coo birdtalk back,
my cousins of the woods are here for me....
the aroma of forest soup
simmering in the sunshine, and I
have come with my own bowl and spoon