The moon was half bitten
the crickets were chirping
and the geese were honking
when you pulled me under the tree
and told me
that there's never a better time
to be happy
than now
You told me
that as we confused the shadows
with a mixture of twisted tree
and languid limbs
letting the bark leave an impression
on our skin,
and watched the branches reach up
into a pink twilight sky,
the world was turning beneath us,
and us with it,
but our ties to it were flapping in the wind
Of all the loose ends in your mind
that you dropped
and let fly like dandelion seeds,
let this one go, too
We saw that some were popping up
like flowers
The swing was there
to drop into from the lowest branch
and climb right back up from
our feet would never touch the ground
You had to go home-
the one not close enough to mine
your footprints didn't last long
in the grass
When you were gone,
the night was vast and unmerciful,
but I was far from alone. |
Submission Name: Climbing Trees
