Walk down the trail, listening to the birds and the creaking of branches against each other, cold sky today, brown leaf litter from even two years ago, peeking under leaves idly, dreaming of morels
following the trail of words
and pieces of feelings
once whole
i ask myself:
how do i let this go?
i’m emboding a bird,
following breadcrumbs
that will eventually
lead it
to death by strangling.
Walk down the trail, listening to the birds and the creaking of branches against each other, cold sky today, brown leaf litter from even two years ago, peeking under leaves idly, dreaming of morels
following the trail of words
and pieces of feelings
once whole
i ask myself:
how do i let this go?
i’m emboding a bird,
following breadcrumbs
that will eventually
lead it
to death by strangling.