the chief.

O sweet spontaneous

earth how often have

the

doting

fingers of

prurient philosophers pinched

and

poked

thee

, has the naughty thumb

of science prodded

thy

beauty .


how

often have religions taken

thee upon their scraggy knees

squeezing and

buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive

gods

but

true

to the incomparable

couch of death thy

rhythmic

lover

thou answerest

them only with

spring)

outfit details:

bear tee: some tourist shop in Osoyoos, B.C.

peach corduroy shorts: American Apparel

vintage hiking boots: thrifted

vintage authentic boyscouts hat: thrifted

80's sunglasses: stolen from a friend's dad (and lost down a waterfall.... RIP)

Poem by e.e. cummings

All photos by JB/ZB