A patchwork field of weeds
and memories
mighty oaks resolute as maggots
writhe
your voice & mine
echo in distortions
though puddles only reflect
my face
Thunder claps and dead
wood burns
lightning strikes and
rain sizzles
it’s monsoon season in tornado alley and
I’m planting saplings with absinthe
& moon bearing witness
Seasons wax & wane but
I only age
my beauty growing
in a straight
line
these trees have grown & they
still sing your name