Forest Fire

maybe it doesn't mean

a damn

that I love you

and it's free. like air.

 

but I do

and that is pushing me ever farther away

into a sea of self

I'm afraid

 

free is easy

and like the Redmen say

it don't grow on trees

 

I still hear those sounds of pines

in the burned out forest we knew

a lonely special forest cut from from the Ice