thirty feet from ordinary

[saw]

off the beaten path the eyes of the mystic wolf,
her breath is timeless
I feel her wanting, she feels mine

the sunlight has no resistance to leafless trees in bud
the mica sparkles in faces of stream washed smooth gray
the creek is gurgling like bing crosby

the insects are awake and ready to munch
on fallen giants whose legs could no longer support them
ah the beauty of decay

toddler squirrels are the reason we call a human squirrelly
they fall out of trees more than I do,
I got me a damn nice log to support my ass while I write this here poem

the hikers on the trampled trail are a mere thirty feet away
they always look down at their feet which brings a slew of metaphors
into my head, so I repeat to myself a little whispered visitation

Damn, I'm only thirty feet from ordinary

[stilltrucking]

[saw]

thanx truck...had some some peaceful moments hiding in the woods in the hudson valley for a few days....I hope to post some photos soon

[dadio]

Classic.