separate from the leaves and the grass
I am thinking about envy

                                              bark peels

from mind where flies congregate
in a protest to The Man

                                              The Man is a tree

he is (sadly) growing branches
inside the soft home of

                                               soil grasps

beyond my fingernails when I play
violin songs grass likes to grow for

 

(originally published in Jam & Sand, Summer 2020)