I am the woods,
The light that dances
Through trees,
The leaves hunting for sun,
The rustle of birds
On the branches,
The bushes that quiver
Surrounded by flies,
A promise I made
To love you forever,
A molehill on a mountainside,
A dalliance with the rain.
Her beauty perplexed,
Like heavy hale in July
Or top hats half perched,
A smile chapped with rust,
Distant eyes like two bike wheels
Vanishing downhill,
She waved like
A curse half disguised.
These are empty schemes
Skies awash with promises
Lies from leather tongues,
I keep an eye out
For rainclouds and changing tides
Trollies in canals,
Strangers sit amused
Hairy sneers and deja vu
The future on fire.
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