Wilderness

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Wilderness
By Alicia Adams

Off an old dirt road that snakes
Through grass and trees
Lies an abandoned tractor
Covered in blossoms and vines.

Every year I come to visit, stepping
Through grass and metal bolts and screws,
Pulled away by weeds. Every year I take
A picture and flip through all my photos
Watching the vines grow at super speed,
Wrapping leaves and stems around
The rusted steel of the engine and open doors,
Pulling the tractor deeper into the earth.

Some nights I lie in bed and imagine
That I am in the woods instead, sprawled
Out beside the tractor, vines weaving through
My fingers and around my legs, holding me
Still as they cover me and pull me down,
Back into the earth and grass, back
Into the dark and loving arms
Of the forest.