Willows from Double Exposure by Avongarde

Delivered, 11:57 May Second,
a package tactfully wrapped in saran wrap
and a makeshift bandage been brandish,
rough around the edges with a bit of centrical imbalance,
credible but dressed different felt different,
shook for a minute and sounded like nothing was in it
But packing peanuts stuffing fluff and little substance,
substantial candid manuals in unknown languages challenge to read, translate, placed high on a mantle and surveyed the canvas
from a vantage, distance, a safely slanted disadvantage,
scrambled to place blame on two candles,
lighting the way and burning simultaneous,
according to the plan yeah,
made for the green from the greens and the trees yeah

I remember why the willow weeped
when that sap seeped through my pillow white t one evening,
I hugged a tree
I wrapped my growing arms around it
it was down to earth
palms showing, scuffed the surface
my mother concerned, “what is this?”
and how that image of her grimace
burned like a furnace
I was just writing my spurns in cursive
I had no beef with this tree
he looked just like me

before the frigid breeze trickled leaves to its knees
I sought these woods for safekeeps
that ant heap, by the roots of his bruises
I lost my cool, I’m confusing
he cooled me through and through
“there’s no rules here”

“there’s no rules here”
what you wrestle is what you reap
tried not to nestle my head too deep
at the bark of his feet
Sheepfold Park, can I sleep?

headlights shine so bright they could beep
mother parked the vehicle fleet
there was no peace treaty
I was on fealty
teal sky and green tea
it’s all shade for me maybe
mom
he’s prayed for me, day to day
say it don’t weep
don’t let her take you away from me
I’d sooner split this trunk in three
capri sun and hot tears taste like antifreeze
don’t dance with me
the wind was our steady beat
Taking my leave, clarity bobbed and weaved
like I never seen

I hate evergreens
with basic color schemes
my stasis stayed listless
among pristles of pine pricks
dismiss me
like birds window shopping bird feeders
I miss these seeds

I grew from gluey blueprints
and flew coups with newsprints
tracing your recent footprints
I forgot to squint,
I left that splint during my stint
and cut you down

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