To be forgotten But he said, I haven’t forgotten A stretch of wood
The low-lying ferns Various greens absorbed light Sun through rhododendrons
That day Sun on slate Slow trickle of wanna-be waterfall Four feet moving
Through leaf waste Do you remember Fading car sounds Wood depth
Rustling in the underbrush Someone else’s foot pattern approaching
A menacing voice A disproportioned beard Distortion inside itself
A lesson about cells Show me yours I’ll show you mine
Whispering side-eye is an ignored side-eye How about a wink More akin to aura
How about this hole it’s home How about this branch it’s a hold
Just ask the leaf No reply Replay the ask The sky answers With silence
I haven’t forgotten Two knees A slight touch How it began The story
Who’s story Is this The beginning Touching knees Is a deceit closer
The midway Hesitant narrative Something flutter A voice floating in and out
Harmony ears Nature kids doing natural things This part The story keeps to itself
Feeling shy Lusting secrets I haven’t forgotten Heaven’s nonsense Patient light
Flat back The sky undoes itself in blue Outside any good song the melody
is lonely Outside any good boy A guitar riffs into heaven An April day
I haven’t forgotten Friendly keyboard trinkle Forgot the windchimes
You and your clarinet An April afternoon Cars Fading away
Something moving in the underbrush Untouching knees Secrets lusting
For more secrets Shushed-up trees You don’t have to remember I haven’t forgotten