Published in Under The Fig Tree
baby i knock on these trees
like a small town sasquatch
trying to speak a word or three
so listen up take a look at the soil
keep your eyes peeled
as if they were a bruised peach
that you can’t help but bite
because we both know
these footprints will be gone
come morning and by the time
the sun rises you won’t even have
time to get a good cast