Standing there, with your back to me, binocular eyes staring up at the trees

I startled you, as I was parking my bike

You smiled at me as I headed for the trail

which then seemed like I was following you

You broke the silence and asked if this was a trail

I told you it was the way to the trails, but not the trail trail

I smiled, turned, and kept walking

I should’ve stopped and told you what trail the wood thrush frequents

But I didn’t because I felt shy

Your smile caught me off guard

I didn’t want to fall in love again

Even though I did, I always do

Isn’t that what you’re looking for?

The elusive bird, we spend our days seeking

It’s the sighting that’s the thrill

I put my headphones on

disappeared into the darkness of the woods