Poise In Oak
an idle wave to a crony
is how i begin every
expedition to.
maple and oak render
benevolence as we
exchange us.
masters of this realm.
i sense their silent
rhetoric built
from time and
in discipline.
making no bones, the
forest amplifies a familiar tone;
a quaint display; a
hero’s welcome.
vermillion leaves trickle down
like confetti i sense
celebration.
august percussion echoes
freely from inside
the nebulous river,
keeping time so perfectly,
it can’t exist.
birds attempt (chirp__!_)
mimicking some grand
organ but I
am not so sure.
a fortuitous birth and
an ample forest,
i owe everything.
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