"What are you, forest. " Angry activist. "Why not be a forest?"
I'm dumbfounded. It's not my place to ask why they're in hot leather. All my zippers are kaput.
Time to thwart the wobbly forest
Not flaunt me. I'm normal, activist. See my angry cap.
Why not see. Wobble wobble.
Glue on squirrel, bark, conifer canopy, stream mossy soft. Throw in some birds from 1995.
I wake to unusual sounds, cheers and honks, from a mostly empty school parking lot. the strike is blooming.
Stand up, fight back says the nest and beehive and the bracken and a fallen stump wiggling with insects. Think honk honk.
Halloween,
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