If the woods could talk
right next to the school
they would complain like I do
sometimes about you, and
rude kids and bad weather,
chirping some resentment
that’s natural
I think once I heard them
whispering about happiness in summer
I can’t remember
after I sat up too fast today
and got a real rush of air
drugged in hopefulness and marijuana
pretty sure the trees told me
they’d take a walk if they could
away from their spots planted
like I once took a stroll
away from the darkest corner
of shade in the forest
with my pen in hand
and a compass pinned to my jacket.
-Inspired by a good walk taken with a dear friend
