Poetry of Issue #8        Page 62

Dance Green Breathe
I am the Lorax, I speak for the trees.
Dr. Seuss

I’m still learning.
I seek wisdom from trees.
I climb to the top shady corner
of the little league bleachers.
I am leaf level.
Hideaway in the park
breeze reminds me of other things.
Facetime friend's plans
begin to emerge.
Good to see you in person again,
even on a tiny screen.
We’re still in quarantine
loneliness grows in dried grass
on empty playfields.

Making plans to travel during quarantine
requires a good cancellation policy
should the virus spike.
Research what attractions are still closed.
There’s always the waterfront
open-air distractions of a park
trying to break the hum-drum dailies.

I climb to the top of the little league bleachers
to be oak leaf level.
Silent in their story whispering
secrets of longevity:
stay planted, rooted in your space
don’t try to stop the wind.
Let your body sway
dance green breathe.

  Linda Kleinbub