We walked through the woods, me thinking about the difference
Between the words forest and woods, you talking about the emu
Feather you found on that farm in college.
At first, I thought it was a trampled fern, and when I picked it up
And shook off the dust, I saw it was a dark feather. Tan and
Brown, like a reed. The sun made leopard print of our arms,
And I said If we lived in the forest, we’d have to evolve, our skin
Might grow spots. We were quiet for a while after that, not in
Any meaningful way, just a space
That sprung up in our talking like the thick beams of light that
Sometimes pierce the dense woods, like someone used a
Hole-puncher on the tangled foliage overhead.