scruta

I was walking down the street

With chocolate in one hand

And pride in the other.

I smacked my lips on both.

Feeling particularly animal,

I pointed my snout towards the sky.

The trees were waving at me

Singing couplets:

“Today’s the day your love has come along

So put your burdens down and hear our song.”

So I listened, and began humming with them.

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The people on the street glared at me –

Glared at me with sagging lips

Glared at me with pale cheeks

Glared at me with balding brows –

Not because they thought I was mad,

But because they knew all too well:

The trees no longer sang to them.