underneath the spreading oak tree
the skins falls away in the light of the day
–it chafes as i wash it away.
the spider-fine mesh is dirty and grey
–the water sucks it away.
the flesh underneath is soft and brown
–an appropriate shade for this sunshine town.
we lay down together under a dark green crown
–it keeps us cool in this sunshine town.
our days are fresh and the wind blows hot
–shaking shaggy trees as the shining birds mock,
our days are slow like sap or rocks
–under shaggy trees as the gleaming birds mock.