Uncover Our Ears

The tree troll forked minutes down from the branches
To uncover our ears
To hear the shuffling chinking pieces of misty minds
Meeting in clouds
Discussing the tree troll for endless minutes.
Corners of conversations
Washed down with picnic cloths and imported iced tea
Found on plates in dusty houses
Forgotten in our minds
As the tree minutes troll across the sky.
Shards of cardigan flung aside
To hang like ripened tea bags from greasy fingers
And figure the slyest way
Under the ground
Squished in amongst the roots and forgotten
Even by the minute trolls in the parapet trees.