Forest Story

We took your old two-door into the city

It was a chorus of foresty voices 

city side-walks rose like a dark choir

the parks and the river rose higher and higher

out the rear window

radio wave on your forehead

a foresty dashboard

dark water and sleep on the floorboard

forest story wasn't always easy

we took it tree by tree

we took it steadily

Accidental incidents in the middle of the city

were never really close at all

never late and never early

Humming like a sanctuary

Steaming like a winterberry branch

Stretched out on a library floor

Your little blue two-door took us there

For rest in the city... forest