I'll Admit I Like Nature
leading like a startled flock of
out of the canopy of trees
this was what outdoors was.
the daughter with the scraped leg.
the flinting wall of the mountain
and my tenuous hold.
the dispatch from the bernhardian
forcefield of dread, i called it.
no internet. trees, caverns, rocks
made perilous by green.
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