Entry for August 25, 2008

i wish i were as lovely as a tree
as lovely as a tree in bloom
or simply standing tall and straight
attracted by the wind and stars
and blown about and bending some 
and feeling joy from winter's touch 
and shivers, shivers like cool squirrels on the boughs
creeping into stealth holes to the deep inside
deep-to where the sap flows like water to the central core 
to where the water turns like crimson to blood
bold and country rural mouse
cheese