hadland

my sycamore radar installation had the sap
bucket way up on that first
branch 7 feet up filled with riddled holes
galvanized in that puzzle soft bark
of the sycamore, my other brother
fifty feet old and literally never fallen out of in 19 years
of exploration, my roost boosting giraffe
whose branches were as familiar
as possible seems
to any jungle boy from deepest bavaria
or gotland
knoweth