i am utterly lost, and all i
did was round a bend.

i intuit the direction i ought
to head -impossible, in the
circumstancial myriad tree
stands.

i end up on someones
property with no permission.
admire the sweet peas in
passing. cut through unkind
woods that are birdless.
climb and shimmy under
whats dead or growing.

there is a camoflague
ball-cap. parts of bullets.
i see an opening in a fence
and must walk alongside
a house.

come out seven big farms
past my mark. way out, many
dozen bulls take off with my
masked embarrassment.
they are aloof of hoof.

Bree aka Zlee Zlee