Untitled by Jesse Lee Rademacher

Untitled

by Jesse Lee Rademacher

A wall of trees encase me

giant sentinels--

guarding my back

on my own again,

and talking to them,

I kick a stone into silent green

here I can act out an

elaborate drama or recite my

own twisted prose

or perhaps

share a philosophy that

no one understands

they do not laugh

or point their limbs

instead in brackenous

gentle thunder

they applaud

acclaim of the forest

acclaim of the forest