Happy Hour in the Forest

Open casket funeral

for the Olympic forest

in the second half of life

my thoughts are with

you old jazz buffs

and if you need me

I can be found

under the giant leaves

of the maple trees

catching raindrops

as they come to me

happy hour in the forest

near the center of the lake

where giants disguised as trees

guide my walk in the rain

I put one foot in front of the other

in the hopes that I can discover

some way out of this

psychology of time

Around the black black lake

around the black black lake

I put one foot in front of the other

in the hopes that I can discover

Around the black black lake

I walked after your death

watching fishermen's poles cast deep

unseen lines into the black black

through grey shadowed moon

as their legs were on vacation

the fir tree next to the redwood tree

next to the white elm tree

near turtles fishing along the dust

Around the black black lake

around the black black lake

I put one foot in front of the other

in the hopes that I can discover