ᒋᐸᐩ - poems

pine needles

somewhere in the world
where the coffee isn't bitter
and the rivers run to oceans
made of water, not of waste

there exists a girl
who acts odd and peculiar
who smokes a pinecone pipe
and drinks pine needle tea

i talked to her one day
when i walked through the forest
and she told me everything
that i should have always known