Like a hologram,
the projection is so "real" that a "leaf" looks
like "any of the flat,
thin, expanded organs, usually green, growing literally
from the stem
or twig of a plant." The mud's so convincing, when
I return home I hose off my shoes!
All year round,
a creek gurgles as if it has always been there. But this trout stream was made one length at a time,
as the poet conceived it, before he gunned
Of course the
city's trucks, motorcycles, sirens, train whistles, planes
overhead...filter through the thickest foliage. And along the trails
dog shit thrives while we need the scat of wolves.