Saturday, August 1

Leaf me be.


I found an old jug of something
when I drink it 
I become an animal again.
After one glass
I can live in the forest. 
I lose track of my wallet.
Agriculture, or the keeping livestock
begin to seem like a huge commitment.

After two glasses 
I prefer not to settle down, so
I just roam. I’m pretty sure
that I’ll find whatever I need
out there, somewhere.
If it begins to get cold
I’ll just walk with the sun
on the other shoulder.
My feet become faster 
than seasons.

Three glasses and I just smile
at the unexpected warmth 

of the ocean.

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