after hours courting

28 May

the sexiness of a tree comes on so suddenly.
the earth heats up and
nature’s playground becomes an easy access strip club
i wait till bar time and enjoy the nudity,
drink up the moon and make my move.
the hug is easy, but stiff.
the tree creaks out whispers
“no dance floor for me”
but its stump still hums,
branches sway candle vigil arms
leaves flicker flames.
i’ll go to wikipedia and read up on insects attacking trees
and then tomorrow night perform heroic acts.

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