Linden

Linden

This is about looking
at trees and fog,

looking out at mossy-green water,

looking at the red-haired
detective with a tree
for a last name
looking out at the water
or gray city.

There is a city
within the city.

There are so many trees.

Often, we see our detective
from behind, looking

at what she is looking at
without earning her thoughts.

What she knows:
search,
if you don’t do something,
no one else will.

People are dead and girls are gone
and we know it.

Tucked in within us all,
loneliness,

fog,
shadowed cities,
we have to look.

We give ourselves away
in pieces, hunting love.