Dogs 2007

THEY LAUGH DOWN
(1/23/07)


they see
me coming
from some distance
away
and the snickering
begins

I have
temporarily
forgotten about them
concentrating primarily
on the path
in front of me
and the river
to my
side

but as I round
their perimeter
there is no
avoiding their presence
they loom large
over any marginal
passerby
and I am
marginal
at best

the cottonwoods rule
this section
of the trail

in the spring
they release
their fluffy parachutes
safely floating
allergen passengers
down
to human
targets

the trees laugh
at my red
and watering
eyes

in the summer
their uppermost leaves
wave in the breeze
hinting at coolness
while
on the ground
we live in
a stagnant
sauna

the trees laugh
at my flushed
and sweaty
face

in the fall
a torrent
of yellowing leaves
pour down upon me
sticking in my hair
and obscuring the path until I veer off course
and step into the mud
of a recent rain

the trees laugh
at my jaundiced crown
and sullied
shoes

in the winter
the hollow sound
of unpadded limbs
fencing in the wind
fills the air
arboreal skeletons
rattling their bones
over the graves
of lesser
earthlings

the trees laugh
at my minuscule mortality
they were here before me
and will blossom again
in the spring
following
my death

finally
I pass
the source
of mockery
and am glad
that I cannot hear
what they say
about me
while I
am away

those
hardly stoic
superior
beings