#903 - this forest is the poor folk's raincoat

 

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the forest is the poor folk’s raincoat 

 

a day is weather 

hear it up high

 

basket fern nestings – 

the whole of a garden held in the tree

 

a kind of cup  – 

leaf’s catch and drip below

 

where lean of 

here we are in the river

 

let a tree in the track

just as we go 

 

mangrove rise

python imitates roots

 

all twilight dreaming

 

frogs are leaf 

are bark

 

vine its own infinity 

either ended so

 

handles all the way up 

if you’ll climb

 

swings and shiny voices

till the breeze

 

tiny white flowers 

the moss a forest too 

 

amazements of twig and it

traipse and hoop 

 

not quite dry 

but only catch what falls to me 

above is all umbrella 

 

eyes everywhere and I look too 

 

rain higher than anyone here can see 

the forest breathes for me