They party in the woods
as if they were meant for pleasure
not timber.

Cuts heal.
Second growth.

As if this world
were made for us.
Some think so.

‘People piss me off
specifically and species-wise.’

Oh well.

The beer bottle
on the abandoned foundations
of a cabin. Civilization.

Mangy teenagers
acid rain and a sunset.
Who’s done with ‘nature’?

That old sun
just now
blew me away.

 

 

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