Friday, October 12, 2012

Rabbit Brush in Storm Light

Electric desert wires
Itself the communion
Of ground and atmosphere

So much water and ice
And clay to relocate
For Prospero's golem

The careful circuitry
Of fire ant colonies
And kite-flying humans

The entangled zeros
And pheromones scrambled
Near obliterated

That there was a sharp flash
Cried the junco to branch
Save me from this wind fierce

The roaring all around
The butter flowers blanched
As ghosts in the fury

Will it all calm it will
When what is not alive
Takes life in convulsions

Takes to life-like rolling
Percussion erasing
Fields of repercussion

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