blackjack oak hesitates

in the breeze as if

there’s something on its mind

fluttering limbs and leaves

in slow motion

bristling, billowing

behemoth arms overhead

shady soil and

placid projection

what fire is this?

that burns between my eyes

and it will catch the canopy

and sear those arms black and


i close my mouth

to keep it inside

i’ll keep it inside

forever and