@ Eastwoods Park

I need my time with the trees
they hold me
foster a space for 
nostalgia and
the present moment 

I put a pen in my mouth 
imagining it was your finger

That orb up there
is a diamond 
the same one
behind your eyes
and mine

I'm tangled up
in this breeze 
caught up in the green 
storing up treasures 
in my chest