gone squatchin’

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