Canopy of PlantsDid John say canopy?of treeswhere Tarzan swings and macaws squawk with bumblebees?Or did he spakeCanapésTasty morsels Like pate and Applebees?Or might he meana can of mealy peasthat mom infested me?I guess will never knowfor it remains a mystery.Rick Stepp-Bolling
Oak OwlThrough the canopyOf dusk territoryStaring up blindlyMaking sure not to stumbleWatching me
Lone pine canopy. It's a girl's dream. Not really. Nobody has the power beyond this electrified silence but to imagine slam bamthank you whisper thank you byesecret evening please ?
Overgrown from underneathAnd chokingYears of deadwood hangIt was a job for long sleeves and sharp toolsTo find some lightTo green.
towering deciduoustrees break the windfor the farmer