Landscapes like this one

Are so damn defined.

Block-bound planes play

Down

The frantic lives of ivy

Sprigs.

Square plots, fair plots

And the neighbor’s

Gravel trapezoids

Give strange birth

To trees propped up

By the ribs of their

Siblings.

I get it.

I mean…

I kinda see that I’m the same.

But I’m not so sure

That the others know.

Not so sure

They understand

The forest already got killed

For the trees.