Walking amongst The trees Where not seen Is easy Best to go Unnoticed New kid nervous The walk home Treacherous Back door kitchen Then upstairs Here too Silent sneaky Just to be Where loud sounds Are not
In an attempt To not be Too candid Hardly spoke at all The truth so very Slippery to be Told frankly Feelings and Whatnot Always in The way The undercurrent Of emotions Treacherous For those Divergent Not wanting To cause a stir Or to be Bothered At all
Permanence Leaning on The corner Rationalizing The need To go on Trying hard to Comprehend A temporary Reality With no need Of durable Artifacts Thinking perhaps It should Have been A digital poet Creating Momentary If not amusing Content
Ungodly The hour Though not For lack of light Spirit moon Shines upon Dark minions Trading lessons One to another Veritble bargains But poor exchanges Palpable current Of evil air Sealing Drifting deals As money falls Into dire hands Cobblestone creatures Scurry off Rich and unforgiven
"The ash from ash is just a phonetic coincidence", she said, poking the fire with a stick, "an old English linguistic collision of sorts". He knew she read a lot but wondered if she had ever climbed an #ash tree, "I like their leaves", he replied, "like a group of friends, holding hands".
"I seem to have reckless abandonment issues", he said, "life is so short and I'm afraid I'll get lost", she looked at him funny and wondered if he was clueless or genius, "don't worry", she said, there's no known cure for that, except for wandering further".
Arms red And scratched From shinnying up trees #bark so rough And first limb Too high Top though Worth it The view Good enough But the silence Near perfect Wind so very Pleasant And fond Memories Everlasting
"I found a cultural artifact on the road", she said, "attitudes regarding values and the perception of one's peers crossed my mind, but I decided to pick it up anyway". He laughed because he was with her at the time, "it was just a dime", he said, "have you got a nickel I can borrow?".
"I was looking at your coordinates for tomorrow", she said, "and I think they #clash with the mood I have scheduled." When he had plotted the course he knew that patch of space would be tricky, "it works for sad and forlorn but I can adjust a little", he replied, "how's bittersweet work".
