[ A BOY IN THE WOODS ]
Sky up shining a boy drafted in wood and the moss of rocks. His back to a stone, leaning crisscrossed legs. Dirt under nails in thick boiling bunches and his dirty rampant face. Hands surround scented. Resting back moments and his eyes closing, snap seconds from the trunk, splintered branches and he is back again, coming into the sky, the shining, the trees. Boy and forest, trickling running together, bead to bead to moss. Gathering blinks. Gone and back, skin closing over eyes and he goes breaks comes back, reveling or unraveling. Sun steaming boy in boy skin. Sky. Sun.