Brown Like Me

The trees know I am here,
leaf by leaf, limb by limb,
root by root.

I have brought my lunch
to wait them out,
silly as that my sound.

I have books in my backpack,
mostly poetry,
and some history.

I see the trees
examining their rings
as they nod at me.

They seem to accept the fact
that I am sincere.
They do not put up a fight.

But one brown leaf
can not be accounted for
until it dawns on me.


...dammit,some fool ass doctor
done went and re-started
Cheney's heart...