forest

in the river...

running soundlessly through this stream of little bits of stone and rock flying like bursting underneath your car where that timed explosion ripped and screamed through every inch of your precious being and flew outward onto the sidewalk, where children ran and one young lady strode swiftly through city

after city

listening. watching. hoping maybe someone else might someday see the storm on the horizon or the pace of the city beside her or the speed of her walk or maybe even the location of her destination, like an island on a cloud, castles and jungle and flowers reaching down like a beanstock

offering

some protection
to the man with the drunken cow problem and a field of mud and rice slogging ever forward, planting ever more, each season turning to season and time for harvest and cold cold frozen winter...

snow falls
softly

don't wish it away.
don't wash it away.
don't melt it away...