Sitting in a cabin in the woods behaving like God…
what have you got? less then you lost? cooking on trees
metal pots joining dots the clouds
are low like limbo poles.
“Can you sell me your coat?
…or sell me your soul?”
“I can’t sell you my coat,” she said,
” elephant clouds are.
forecast and I’m so cold, but.
as for my soul…”
…The tree canopy makes a duvet against a backdrop of
leaves and clouds, nocturnal animal hoot
and the stars,
well they just can’t be bothered tonight.
“So can I buy your coat?”