beliefs in a backpack

still waiting for the paper
to spit the words onto
itself

saying it won't happen

is defeatist

doesn't matter what the

weather's like
or where a daydream
comes from
or what the crows
keep squawking about

the paper is its own voice

considers itself
still a cousin to the forest
simple and complex
impulsive
in a hurry
when the water's high & fast
     slow when the decay
     sets in

--- e b bortz