Philippa Pascale, Contributing Writer


this forest of friendship  

isn’t burning 

it’s simply changing  

constantly shifting  

she was naive enough to truly believe 

she was a tree in this lovely green 

but the roots were not nearly as strong 

she was a weed 

too small, too yellow 

in a world of giants 

ignored at best 

not done by cruel hands 

this is a mellow life that’s lead 

neither party is to blame  

this is how things change 

this is how things grow 

by pain 

as this forest burns 

her seeds will travel 

to be someone else 

to be somewhere else 

maybe a meadow 

maybe in the crack of green in the interstate 

but a new will bloom 

pouring into the world 

a bundle of wishes 

to be used