Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Biophilic Urbanism


                  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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