the residue..

Posting the second installment a little late:

This is poem number two from my week-long-write-on-a-walk-a-thon.

March 8th

The unmistakable clank of metal

in a place of wood

gives me shivers, steaming

is it me that's the sound

of out-of-place or what?

These forest places suck out human context

I spit every foot or so

to assert my right to be here

My DNA seeping up thru ancient channels

still willing to share spaces

with foolish stubborn species.