Only for a forest to follow out

the window;

to fall out the window for

onto a cool glassy road

that spins water strings off tires

in beaded spools

that float blown shaking across the car door

leaping split into mist

to the cool glassy road.

Only for a walk to take in some fresh air,

less bare than stillness.

Staring at the damp sidewalk cracks,

cradling moisture

in their busted concrete hands,

absorbing the future of lost seeds.

Tiny opportunistic weeds.

Refrain