a different city at night than the one i'm in by morning,
barely a minute to spare,
9am, usually hungover, smudgy glasses
take notes --succession, dead botanists, mesophytic forests
for two hours.
smoke a cigarette and eat lunch alone,
lemonade. so much lemonade.
put on the clothes i care about least
romp through the forest and call tree's their names
buckeye ash sugar maple basswood hickory black cherry
and then, the understory
solomon's seal trillum bloodroot spice bush pawpaw princess tree
hike the steepest hill, and wash my hands,
but these days I'm dirty by noon
and that's an accomplishment that I'll let cake on for a while.
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