from Moss
we name a
plant and ourselves two
literal
Laurels and a metaphorical
other, not
literally after an animal, but
tenderly
catcall to our deer or piggy
the
crooked birds
peck at
cracks
stare and
caw at us
so crow
feathers
appear
everywhere
if we are
hired to drive an ice cream truck
and called
in sick
then we
were busy replacing dog barks
with a
less tired symbol
we
consider young squirrel scamper
from rose
clumps
in an old
growth London Plane Tree awe
walk in
the park
the moss
and lichen
branch
caught in sun
crossover
frames us
Michael Rerick