pull them apart
tap tap on the glass
each wire transposed
roots rotted en masse

part hair of deep bark
wash circuits of green
fold feathers of dark
coil anger’s machine

strip away filaments
each thread except one
bang fists like drums
the canopy undone

she fuses her vines
releasing boiled sap
transplanting old lines
her body’s new map

no harness, no retreat
she sows seeds in stride
blooming with old heat
caping wilderness inside

*37/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.

**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic.