lying next to
a beautiful girl
in a hammock.

the surrounding group of trees,
these towering peers,
each behave with distinct
co-dependent personality.

the one there is stretching his branches
in a single direction, like blown by a strong wind,
or frankenstein running,
away from the others-

other trees that
willingly co-mingle their branches.

still,
one tree seems
to have started out
growing towards the
others but has since
changed
direction
and
his branches bend tight
like elbows,
away from his neighbors.

maybe it was something
they said.

Suddenly a spent bloom
divebombs onto my shirt
trying to plant it's seed
in my chest,
i guess.

the girl shrieks
shifting wildly
and rocking the hammock.

It's just a flower,
i said.

She thought it
was a bee.