The traffic is a memory
the tree’s having.
A slow synaptic pull
at the root.
The grass is the future
of the ground.
The blades are echos
of each other.
The brook’s great throat
gulps.
The traffic is a memory
the tree’s having.
A slow synaptic pull
at the root.
The grass is the future
of the ground.
The blades are echos
of each other.
The brook’s great throat
gulps.