It is hard to know if here could be anywhere.
How can you tell?
It is where I am.
I carry some sadness with both of my hands.
It is about the amount of a spoonful
and the color of a mountain.
crows yelling flower smelling bikes belling
They've cleared so many trees from the park
and there's no telling if that was the right thing to do.
Depends on who you ask.
A lack remains a lack.
old growth slow growth
the air feels rich and wise
years and years and years
to shape the rings
funny how many things you still may not know about
home
an entire effort may be felled in an instant
only circles left to inspect
I remember. I remember.
Through the trees that still stand-
the sea.
If you save a capsized boat - if you can make it float-
it is yours to keep.
The water is moving.
The water is calling.
The water is deep.