Took a walk to visit with the frog that lives in the tree.
Gambel oak to be exact.
But he had turned in as we were walking up.
The branches thick with fuzz, leaves turning crispy and yellow and brown, green splotches and spindly spines.
The earth moves in a post drizzle dance
we wait under the canopy for the old frog to come back out
and croon in the night.
He sings:
I’m sorry sweetie, it’s time to say good-bye.
I’m going back to killing my time
faded, in my memories, telling myself ev-ery thing’s
gonna be alright.
randomly rambling
Im just trying to be genuinely
present, here with you.
And that’s when I realize, I gotta live the moment before I write about it.
