These smokes leave me deoxidated.
The coffee dries my out, with tears
still to be shed. Deep breathes. Deep
breathes. We’re all staring at the tree
from one place or another, depending
on what you believe. Breathe deeply.
See the air moving the leaves. Feel
the light they feed on in sweltering
summer. Feel the heat they breathe.
Amazed they can stand for so many
decades. Myself already sitting down,
watching the world through glass
doors. Always faintly seeing myself
in the scene, slightly translucent, completely