some leaves rustled overhead along
the walkway elms for all I know
they may have been
and along the path the irises the ferns
seemed to have found their fertile ground
as they sprang up almost
tackling me or untying
my shoelaces as
I stumbled forth
the undergrowth got more obscene
touching me on my chest my *****
tearing my flesh as a fervent lover might
scratch my back
my face almost claiming me as their own
as I began to crawl the scents
overcame my innocence ***** me there among the boughs
the tree limbs along the path I took shook
I could  not tell in tears or laughs
and as the world climaxed in unison
around my suffering
I thought again
nature has no
conscience nor memory
or thought above
her making new
surviving