walking down the road Alone at night
I see heaps of broken furniture
dark, aromatic
sodden
fractured
beautiful bones of a long-dead creature
worn smooth from the short span where they got to be part of a life
but holding the long
sweet
aching memory of the Tree
without understanding why
I carefully pick through
fill my pockets with the loveliest pieces
continue on my way
letting them weigh me down
tether me to the Earth
for now
Kill Fear 