Forest/woman/alone
The smell of wet clover.
The waves of birds: trill trill.
Some animal makes a shuddering sigh.
A bee furrows, checks all sides of the petal
like pulling a neckline over a shoulder.
Oh, I should
have brought
my knife.
The smell of wet clover.
The waves of birds: trill trill.
Some animal makes a shuddering sigh.
A bee furrows, checks all sides of the petal
like pulling a neckline over a shoulder.
Oh, I should
have brought
my knife.