as if a breathe of fresh air
I saw you on the olive stream
a haze of bendy trunks and quiet
not knowing where the roots will cling,
but it travels the soil nonetheless
now, to hold you at dusk and dawn,
in the gaps between the tree crowns,
a robust engine in a tender, muted forest
I hum to the echo of a whispering twitch
and as you run from edge to edge
I wait for you at the center
Oct 15, 2023
Oct 15, 2023 at 12:23 AM UTC
as if a breathe of fresh air
I saw you on the olive stream
a haze of bendy trunks and quiet
not knowing where the roots will cling,
but it travels the soil nonetheless
now, to hold you at dusk and dawn,
in the gaps between the tree crowns,
a robust engine in a tender, muted forest
I hum to the echo of a whispering twitch
and as you run from edge to edge
I wait for you at the center