the Arboreal
 Predicament
 salted by
generations
of haves and have-not
 and have anyways
  breaking down the trail of
 critical analysis
   and sawmills
     near the great mighty Hood river
or some flat creek
   where a fourteen year old
wanders
  in the hot sun
     looking for that
 damn hole
   where the big daddy
trout motherfucker is hiding
   but the sound of saws
  and men yelling
   cables snap
ropes burn
    logs jam
teeth grin
  tongues spit
 sawdust everywhere
   and then some
 and your black glasses
   got broken AGAIN
     but fuck it
let's go