Away

     Up in arms again defensively longing to
     Burst into the woods, take the does' path up
     Away into the ivy, into the moss, into the ferns, into the
     Fungi depths of last years and the years before, the
     Forest floor of leaves decaying
     How I long to
     Run away

     And from my back porch so
     Grayed with age and the
     Clovers growing in clumps near the rails I see
     Four leaves and remember
     You understand
     You understand

     So the single stream down my cheek contributes
     To the tributary running over the
     Falls, my eyelashes splashing
     Minute drops into the
     Clover, the four leaves
     Til my vision blurs
     Til I cross
     The flagstone step
     Into the yard
     The beginnings of the
     Does' trail that leads me
     Away