think about all that texture you actually

naturally have

I can't I can't, woah

I cannot actually bear its contemplation

my eye will divide on the stalk

taking in both fact and shadow of it

think of all that thing and space between it

way it ends compared to otherness

and starts, I can't, the gleam

sets off the colors we have memorized

from expertise with trees

our species shares

you know that gleam is oak that flash is birch

yet you cannot name those trees personally

not to their faces

outside the bar the giddy poet quizzed her friends

what's this, what's this? No nature poets here?

when no one knew the sapling's designation

on your slowest walk to school

dragging home behind you

sun splitting the grass apart in blades tmi!

woah, enough, a bird shits or lives

sings or dies or is anxious and antsy nearby

it's your nature to look

and your nature to travel inside

where it's soft and you are

and your thoughts were left smoking