hang out in a bundle
and sweat out the toxins
be over the mountains
and under the river valley
the watershed wakes
and the possibilities shake
from the tooth or the nail
or a shovel; a rake
taken upon itself to be distancing
itself from itself

tread lightly on ground
ancient ruins abound
and nobody knows
if a tree makes a sound
if it falls
if it falls
or if the wolverine’s call
is heard
is heard
at all

so hold hands which are shaking
and bind them with rope
and lose all your second chanced
high or so low
the garbage collects
and i’m not sure it can
biodegrade
be calm
be safe