Biophilic Urbanism
I lost sixteen trees in my neighborhood
their trunks flattened
like ringed bar stools
empty and moldering
under sawdust
where I drink kamikazes after hours.
Dolly and I walk past
them now
turning our heads
toward branches
scattered over a
thinning raccoon.
We see a deer beside
a driveway
tail up, waiting like an acolyte,
leaving a lonely
trail
behind as it runs
like lights through
picture windows
ice crystals flicker on its path
muffled roars telling us
to follow its glow.
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