In the forest are thoughts
of every color, every sentiment.
Surging through veins, beneath
the soft decaying loam a cage
sun to sink, chittering overripe
fruit fit to burst rhemy capillaries.
This broadleaf: fall now, weep later.
The snouted critter: I seek the sweet meat.
Light caressing greedy stomata: just breathe.
The eye in the tree, dreaming of release:
Time and laughter.
Honey there, I need—