I return to the forest when the city releases me. I find my breath in a light that doesn’t need.
There are no vultures circling above. Those are the shadows of clouds, nodding their remembrance of me.
We both wore different shapes back then. But I was the wispy one.
I pity the leopard frogs, buried by muck at the bottom of this pond. Hiding until their spring thaw. Blind to these smoky leaves, all drizzled with sun. Deaf to the wind, threading needles of pine.
A train unleashes a mournful charge while crossing Longview Run. My mind tracks the journey. All that coal skating easterly. Black cores squeezed by pressure and time.
Shoes thick with mud, I stretch my arms to the sky. And slip free.