nature willows me to walk

around it.s open womb


and I do.. feel a wet stone spelling

my hands . a brother meditation and


I’m stumped.. a metaphor

people have become unfamiliar 

with         some alternatives..

un.wifi.ed . wandering . forgot my password




stumped.. the lungs

cut off at the larynx 

but the roots


un.wifi.ed.. how trees must

feel about the moon

on erotic nights


wandering.. clouds are creatures that air.float

that drag upon and hide the mountains


forgot my password..

all the deer miscarriages

but not the sparrow ones




the willow is softly rigid in the non.wind

and nature stands in my place.