old forest growth

the forest hideaway 

became the city square

 

trees were always quiet 

listening to wind 

watching flowers scatter and grow 

there was a decade of birth 

and its sticky explorations 

inside was a seedling at rest 

slowly curling into a tangle 

that would overtake the mundane 

somehow it became late in the day

on the path in the woods by the lake 

with eyes and mouth and hands open 

letting the song pour out 

in ripening tones toward sunset