Ripped from the Trees
7 August, 2021 Ripped from the Trees I return from the north on a train,away from warm leaf-litter smells,the humid pulse of the forest,the myriad colours, mostly green,from ancient life in countless forms,back into wintry smog-filled air. Ripped from the trees, my tropical hearthurtles south on steel tracks,too fast for my head to catch up.Through …