Aloof of Hoof

the golden tickseed and 
brown eyed susan
afford these thickets 
femininity.

i am utterly lost, and all i 
did was round a bend.

i intuit the direction i ought 
to head -impossible, in the 
circumstancial myriad tree 
stands.

i end up on someones 
property with no permission. 
admire the sweet peas in 
passing. cut through unkind 
woods that are birdless. 
climb and shimmy under
whats dead or growing.

there is a camoflague 
ball-cap. parts of bullets.
i see an opening in a fence 
and must walk alongside 
a house.

come out seven big farms 
past my mark. way out, many 
dozen bulls take off with my 
masked embarrassment.
they are aloof of hoof.