You can hear trees breathing
the sap is sweet smelling
speckled with burning
wet is walking
the finger tapping rain
spilling streets
murmurs up from drains
sirens bring you back
lash you to a
rotten lampshade
sentences beginning with I
and ending with
bitch and
fuck
freighters drift on anchor chains
teeth broken in sour light
laugh death dark
deep in fir and redwood
beyond the streets
the soot of railways
You can listen to me read this poem on Sound Cloud click on the link
https://soundcloud.com/judedillonreads/you-can-hear-trees-breathing
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