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I was a tree in ’83 This field is where I first smelled your hair <\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>
\nsomething about mid-Westchester aspirations
\nthat led me to believe sub-consciously
\nthat things WERE slower out in the country
\nand that I needed slower in a lot of ways
\nthen … I came to believe that nothing was slower
\nthat this is the pace of conveyance that life moves at
\nand if you want to stay caught up or at least
\nsometimes feel like you can relax and take a breath
\nand the next two days will move along almost
\nthe way you expect from one moment to the next
\nand maybe I really liked this at first, but then
\nit became tedious and a parody of itself imitating
\nitself like a re-created small town on exhibit
\nthat could rent itself out as a national park on sunny days
\nand that the people therein be considered wildlife
\nwearing uniforms that announced their genus and species
\nand they were damn proud of it
\njust as any porcupine or skunk would be
\nor pelican or wildebeast, for that matter,
\nbut, I digress…<\/p>\n
\nwhere katydids rang in the late summer
\nand we were free to discover new places
\nin car parks and near trees a little bit
\noff the trail you took off your shirt
\nas the sun was absorbed by undergrowth
\nand even with all this dampness in the air
\nI worried about someone finding us
\nalmost always the overly cautious killjoy
\nstill with sap like maple after rain, as it was
\nso urgently tapped and released from circuit to circuit
\nlike a drizzle somehow materializing from clouds
\nby way of rock and the gravity of the situation
\nsomething from long ago
\na geologic event
\nsomewhat of a chimera or janus
\nin the moment transformed
\ninto unambiguous essence
\nimmediately crucial to existance<\/p>\n