PENKNIFE

another passage through the woods
another passage to the woods
the bleak winter is caving in
the snowdrops pop their heads again

the wily deer that can’t be found
leave hoof prints on the soggy ground
the river runs past sad and brown
i throw it a stick but it just sinks down

and the muddy bog
holds the muddy dog
and the rotten log
and the torrid fog

like long spindly fingers
the trees reach up
they fall and cross over
like coded good luck

i climb through their bodies
and weave through the living
my steps fill my head untill
my phone starts ringing...

tweet birds
caw birds
jet birds
sing

2 dogs
stop dead
tails full
swing

most of my poems are about walking through woods, i think