hanging over the thicket of brambled forest this acre once unfettered
lies forgotten - ditch water still--broken by deadfall of oak & pine & maple
strangely quiet it hides north of river & sky
tucked
as luck would have these empty hours
perched here in repose & mischief's gloaming loneliness
this day is now ripe with possibility & dragons due to a chance climb among
branches drapped & drapping
over the thicket of brambled forest
oh to remain a leaf here . . . swelling with sun
