Typewriter5by Dryden10 Jun 2014

today i tried to visit with a shrub
in the park
sitting on a grey wooden bench
i heard him speak
his leaves in the breeze clicking like morse code
not knowing how or
what to click in response - i sat
silently on my bench
he, cradled and swaying in his
wind, clouds, sun, bugs
eavesdropping on our confusion