The Reunion Poem by Not Long Left

through thick barberous branches,
under razor sharp hedges,
across pounding plains,
of unforgiving rains,
there i finally reached you,
standing beside a heaven high tree,
smiling under the giant umbrella canopy.
my roughened hands,
clasped yours,
high in the ever present arms of the,
forest,
soothing songs of flying choirs,
seranading us,
one blink,
and the shriek of reality,
periced the ears,
like that of a hungry child.
cars gobbled up the street,
kids cursed and spat,
the reunion had returned,
from the joint reverie,
and as we stood on the small,
trickling rivers of human spit,
we smiled in poetic ignorance,
sipped our tenant supers,
in perfect drinkers union,
we were together,
again,