The spiders all scatter when the rock is pulled up,
worms wiggle
desperate foreigners in terrestrial elms.
desperate foreigners in terrestrial elms.
Well, it made me think of what they had been doing
before being caught off guard.
It hails this summer,
so they scream and say-All Parades Postponed-
& then the others look at their calendars and cross out
& cry looking up to the sky pointing green stems in vein.
Kites and clouds occupy the canopies,
caught in the whisk of wayward cycles
and lofty expectations,
and lofty expectations,
it is only pressure applied in decibels of thunder.
White petals all tremble, rose and lilly blush
at the smoky voice chanting in Gregorian tones,
a language lost to Time and wilt,
where these new colors cannot comprehend
where these new colors cannot comprehend
so much red earth and black sand-
& then whispers round
like spider legs,
like spider legs,
Trailing off,
earthworms evacuate
earthworms evacuate
I, Aye, eye
mist the warning
but held my breath.
Image credit By Royal Air Force official photographer, Hensser H (Mr) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Image credit By Royal Air Force official photographer, Hensser H (Mr) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
