Planting trees out of the grief
In Memoriam Robert Creeley
I thought about what happened to me in the twentieth century, what I did and what occurred. As often as I had the chance to visit Rob as a kid, we went on swings and to the forests. One day I spit chewing-gum on the path which I regretted immediately; he shouted at me for the first time I can remember. The next day I snuck to the woods but I couldn't find the gum anymore and I think it even wouldn't have been a good idea to show him the turned black pink-colored chewing gum...