from yesterday...

humidity


trees huddle link
elbows and lean
in a dozen feet at least
over your head
but still you duck as you run
airway shrinking the path
a slow strangle of green

you use your hands to rip
away thin tripwires
garottes of caterpillar silk

windless hot in that way
shade can't slake the morning
airtight your throat choked
with indecisive insects

tendrils of rain pulled taut
around you but wetness
won't register on your skin
already slippery with the steady
work of feet and heart pumping
either end of a two-man saw your body
its wake of spent webs and stumps