I See the Same Trees

I see the same trees, those you avoid in sidestep,
The forest your organization finds.
You run at night over dirt. I wait to learn the spear,
Rib where only your committed grow the shadow plant.
I’ve seen the shadow maps of its habitat.
You are a who in cape cloud over the cornfield you run through.
Seed keys gnaw the way we know time.
Fear in the dark does not seem darker, maybe grayer,
Juniper you turn into sternum and run from.
I stand still in the invisible and wait to feel.
Your cooks flame forest in their eyes, flower-shaped scars
Lighting their beauty as they stare at the fire and prepare.

—Bevin Moeller