Some days, some months —
let’s be honest, probably some years —
my pants don’t fit.
This is supposed to matter to me
and it does.
In the drowsing noon
I was sitting outside
and I asked the douglas fir next door
As usual, ki said nothing.
Well, I thought, you get rounder each year!
And you get rings for it.
With many thanks to the original publishers at Cascadia Rising Review