TJ you inspired me to dig this out of my scribblings and post it:
a dream and a warm gentle wind in the dark hours of early november swirled into each other and planted this in my head:
maybe that tree
feels a tree kind of sad
because he
and when i say he
i mean his trunk and great long branches
and all who live amongst them
he
never gets a good visit with his friend
night
because of that damn streetlight
i see all kinds of ideas
someone else put in my head
flying by and sticking to the bones
of what i build in my life
must i climb up and pick them off
one by one
or will a fresh wind
come help me?
tonight the wind woke me up
to ask me to come outside
so it could do the job
thank you wind
for lifting out the debris
so i can sleep again
gently
with your windy wind smell
full of everywhere you’ve gone
far away from here
before you leave, wind
visit with your friend
tree
oh i see you already have
he only dances with you
:’(