Walk on the stomach
of the forest floor,
Look up the bone
of the Douglas Fir,
Hear the synapses of mushrooms in the sky,
Smell the tears of
fallen cones,
Lick the lungs
The boy tosses his cigarette to the ground and
prepares the lifeless drone
Unclipping its wings like a pet barn owl
He dons the glasses, synchronizing his soul
causing the owl to leap