There are faces in the trees
There are faces in the trees And in the seas. Even when I look away I feel them staring back at me. Unblinking and unwavering, They look so indisposed. A trick of the light and The balance of shadows. By all means they are not real. Yet, there are faces in the trees. The suds on my shower curtain Form a nose. I see it all so clearly. Yes, eyes, a mouth, a cheekbone so defined. But…















