in trading trees for
skyscrapers

in jamming calloused feet into
crocodile arlo’s

in laying on a flat cot while neon
fires brightened

city windows

the forest remembered

a tepid breeze
                             pulling a shade over the sun
                         with summers leaves
leaving it partially
                             exposed
                         to flickers of yellow slicing into
a black stream
                             you dipped your red hair
                         into when I last saw you.