from The Woods Project

Forced Branch

(Poem 1, from The Woods)

Please understand,
This is a fictitious story.
Mostly.

I never met him.
This never happened.
But is there some element of truth?

It began with a branch of thought.
I trimmed it off.

Instead of throwing it away
I put it in a vase of water.

It sprouted a few buds
Which opened into a flower.

This delicate thing
made of gauze and air.

I left it hanging.

And gave it for you to see.