nature poetry

Womannotated – Bower

I am the tree arched over your yard

abrading sky above the shards of what once

were contents of your Instagram life, guarded-

by-Doberman duplicitous wife, crunched

digital frames, board games amidst piled piss

yellow leaves. I have outlived any you grieve.

September 19th, 2020:

Follow creek through the weeping trees until

it narrows and you cross with ease. Keep mum

along the rivulet cascading still

through thicket of thorns you will not succumb.

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